Palmetto Moon
I sleep on a palmetto moon.
You tell me that I rhyme too soon,
that my piano's out of tune,
and I'm crazy, like a loon.
We slept on fields of lily clover
You and me, this wild Irish rover.
Did I hear you say it's over?
Should I jump from Cliffs of Dover?
We slept, as you were lying there,
alas, beautiful, fine, and fair.
Did I hear the serpents of your hair
tell me, "Go flying in the air"?
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