deserves a quiet night...
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The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, Turned around backwards so the windshield shows. |
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Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
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| Still, it’s so much clearer |
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I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge.
The moon is low tonight. |
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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
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| I’m not sure all these people understand. |
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It’s not like years ago... The fear of getting caught, |
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| The recklessness and water, |
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| They cannot see me naked... |
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These things, they go away, Replaced by everyday. |
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| Nightswimming.... | | |
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September’s coming soon. I’m pining for the moon. |
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And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun? |
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That bright, tight forever drum Could not describe nightswimming. |
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You, I thought I knew you. You I cannot judge. |
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| You, I thought you knew me, |
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| this one laughing quietly underneath my breath. |
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| Nightswimming. |
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| The photograph reflects... |
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| every streetlight a reminder... |
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Nightswimming
deserves a quiet night |
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