Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss goodnight from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.

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You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I have to send it away to bring her back again.