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Let us daydream through 38th street
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Take my life back four years, I recall the wild parties, the quick tempers and long summers. I can see them again...
I'd sing for blackbirds while we leant over the balcony, looking over Venice and watching the bright eyes. I can see them again...
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We never saw the city lights,
just old earth under country stars,
the dirt track where tarmac stops
to walk one hundred hours-
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Orpheaus and the soul sucking stone,
never to see Eurydice,
River Styx, to cross, one penny-
Disparity in the Hebridies.
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Against her weeping head,
twenty spiders dead
And what is it you had to say?
Mantua too far away?
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Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking
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1572 A.D. Paris.
Brown Eyes, make me your goodnight kiss.
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Judea and the Holy Intervention
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To the field at night,
yellow crisp moon dips its paintbrush,
into the tar sea of grass.
Sombre spectre in woe,
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