And you just may go...
(For the blues and for the sun you're hugging.)
out of here and into the city.
Whatever you are thinking I've already thought.
I can say we'll meet again,
I have not yet seen the best of you.
A year from now Celia will be drowned by a big white cloud.
Some of her hair will fall into your knees.
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