Say only the words
I want to hear,
It is the truth
I truly fear,
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Do you remember who taught you
Your first word
Or what it was?
The universal one
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He wore only a loin-cloth
And a towel around
His neck like a tie,
Sat on the pyol
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Something looked like coming to an end
When the weather turned personal
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In this desert city
So far away from home
To hear native words
Spoken on the street
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Once you draw the curtains
You can shut out
The spotless road
The green lawns
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The wiper draws semicircles
On the windshield
The drizzle trickles like sweat
To the driver's left
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