We won’t make love, if you don’t
Want to, Alma:
We’ll just park in the dim shadows,
And become obscured to
Your family for awhile:
And I’ll just tell you my kindergarten
Secrets the kidnappers could never
Find,
The places I wouldn’t even know by now,
Except that I discovered on
Your body some weeks ago, and I told
You that you made my heart fill like a
Fairground flooded with lights;
And I was going to go right to
Bed tonight, and metamorphose again by
Myself,
Estranged from my family as if it was this
Entire world,
But I decided to do good work again,
And so I went out a bought this cheap bottle,
Which finds me singing for you.
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