so what are we to do today?
the sun's taking on outside,
but we are so lazy and set
relishing our smiling eyes
the dripping outside's so loud
and we speak in such soft voice
inventing magical sound,
joyous not ought to make choice
we're still-house
we're blest
we're still-house
in our private caress
the evening is so wide of
us turning over clothes,
smiling while making dinner
being still half exposed
we're still-house
we're blest
we're still-house
in our private caress
it's the one of those days of spring,
springing from one of those days,
sapphire eyes forgathering,
still-house full of rays
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