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Weevil on a rope, what a light
Seagull in the wind, such a light
Whatever's carried by the moon
There is only one, in the light

Singing like a swan, golden mood
Riding on a surf, silver mood
Who knows where is the open earth
High resolution, absent mood

Sensations in the eye, it's so real
Fly over midnight, it's a seal
Cruise missiles relax on your tongue
No use before dawn, it's the deal