Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky
Look
Dear uncle, sold her into
Into the purest kind of slavery
Hood-eyed
This sparkling wine is all but empty
Too late for trains
My old black cat passed away this morning.
He never knew
Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent,
I looked in the mirror thensaw my face in a
The lights are down in Germanyand Germany is closed to
I'm slipping into grey.And I was (in my way) good
It's hard to say I'm sorry.May we just forget about
As I drove down the road to look for Edensaw
Somewhere in a town in Englandlay a babe with a
I walk along the strandto catch the late ride home.Shuttle
Here I am at the end of the daywith a
Do we inhabit some micro-spaceand interface through wires.Dance on a
Close in, move out to where you want to go.There's
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