Living Life's Loving Labors Lightly

 

he met her in the morning by some river in some town
when the sun was burning holes through the fog upon the ground
and he struck up a conversation and she spun his words around
and he liked the way she did it
so they sat there in the sunight trading their paperback philosophy
she was writing in a notebook that she wouldn't let him see
he made a study of her fingers
she made a pillow uf his knee

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living life's loving labors lightly
isn't it beautiful to be
living life's loving labors lightly
isn't it cool to be so free?


when the sun was sinking and the hour was getting late
they went to his apartment 'cause they felt they couldn't wait
and she loved him like a racehorse all pent up behind a gate
and he held her while she did it
and afterwards they went outside, the sun still hadn't set
she was writing in that book, smoking some funky cigarette
and he said "now aren't we lucky
aren't we lucky that we met"

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that night his dreams came shallow, and the summer sky was deep
and the wind moved through it like a lover who was too hot to keep
and when the morning came he found she'd left him in his sleep
and he wondered why she did it
and he opened up that book for clues but the writing wasn't there
as if the words went with their mistress and just vanished in the air
with all the ungrown hipness of a one-day love affair

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