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Who would have known
That a boy like him
Possessed of magical
Sensitivity
Who would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In her bosom

He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint back
Into sleephood
When I wake up
The second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me

Who would have known

A train of pearls
Cabin by cabin
Is shot precisely
Across an ocean
From the mouth
Of a girl like me
To a boy

-Björk - Cocoon