Twenty four hours
(To scarlette)
I looked out through my window:
And I saw you getting wet.
Wet in the sun,
Wet in the moon,
Wet in the rain,
Wet in the snow,
Wet in the mist,
Wet in the fog,
Wet in the dust,
Wet in the haze.


And I asked,
"Babie, would you take a break
From the sun and the moon?
Rain and the snow?
Mist and the fog?
Dust and the haze?

"And let me be your day and the night?
Spring and the autumn?
Summer and the winter?
Montains and the deserts?
Or may be sand and the sea?"
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