Atlantic

"My god," I thought, "My god, what a sunset!"
 Blood red floods the Atlantic
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 With a wine in my hand
 Laid back in the grass of some stranger's field
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 While shearwaters reeled overhead
 Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
 I should really know better than to read the headlines
 Does it matter if I see it?
 No really, can I not just cover my eyes?
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 In the half light, soft wind on my skin
 Pink clouds massing on the cliffs
 Thinking how can I touch this
 How can I touch this softest petal
 Softest stem, softest leaf
 Bending, green, in my palm?
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 Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
 I should really know better than to read the headlines
 Does it matter if I see?
 No really, can I not just cover my eyes?
 Oh tell me, why can't I just cover my eyes?