R.O.B.Y.N.

Never neglect the marrow of your head in the clouds
In favour of your desire to stop being unstoppable
I melted with stream and fought with the current
Asking to turn on a tuppence
In favour of clean I could not hold down
If not for expending my woman

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The pursing of lips and the passing of piece
And the turning of tide in the clammer of me
And I keep all your receipts
Dot all the 'I's in my name if you'd have it
Facing downstream, you are no salmon
We'll play with small statues when our counters fall through the cracks
If you'd end on your back with me
If you'd end on your back with me
R-O-B-Y-N

From the font of your youth
Till the draw of your sluice
Past the box hedgerow roots
And the rearing of newts
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Hunch over my page and fill up my quill
Ravage my days
Take your fill
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If you'd end on your back with me
If you'd end on your back with me
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