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These quiet moments,
In a breathless rested heat.
Bird's song lilting,
On an open window breeze.
I've been reading her,
And her eyes are a green million miles.
Synchronised pulses.
The afternoon is slowly passing.
My girl with a forest within her eyes,
Now standing, dressing and leaving.
I've been reading her,
And her eyes are a green million miles.