she can't sleep now,
the moon is red.
she fights a fever,
she burns in bed.
she needs to talk,
so we take a walk
down in the maroon light.
she says,
"Maybe these emotions
are as near to love
as love will ever be."
so i agree.
then the moon breaks.
she takes the corner,
that's all she takes.
she moves on.
[Paul Simon, 'She Moves On' from Rhythm Of The Saints]
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