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When I turned the page, the corner bent into a perfect dog-ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
But at that time I couldn't see it
I would read that page every day for the next year
She sang a short tune
Da, da da da da da
I came from her soft touch
And slept
We sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog-ear this page
We spoke about growing old
And filling the future's empty stage
She sang a short tune
Da, da da da da da
I came from her soft touch
And slept
She sang a short tune
Da, da da da da da
I came from her soft touch
And slept
When I turned the page, the corner bent into a perfect dog-ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
I'd need them again, oh
I hope the weather holds
But you don't need the sun to make you shine
These island towns don't care for city folk
But I think we can starve the city from our minds
I know we won't want for much
It's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline
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