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Sea, dark, indigo and deep Horizon straighter than it's ever seemed Aqua, a cure to the touch On my way from Praslin to Mahé Space, blue bright, split in view Breathing shapes out in verdure In easy company I can be In Mesnibus time hangs lightly None so small, none too sure None so small, none too sure Sky, off white, city full Constrict to construct, shift the scene Held up, tied down, pushed around Seasons slurred on the Harrow Road None so small, none too sure None so small, none too sure None so small, none too sure None so small, none too sure