How impersonal the hour
We're searching for each other
Faces I mistake for yours turn to dust
What was it you were wearing
In this tide of people
Ah! you were dancing…
'all de ladies wants me to teach dem'
You exclaim!
She wants to know what I'm thinking
'I'll pay for your thinking'
What am I thinking…?
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