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I once had this woman, a surrealist woman. She changed before my very eyes. One minute revolving, next minute dissolving. I wish that it had been otherwise.
Music in starling st sounds like the wind. Down the cafe when the daylight has thinned. Harry and dorothy say let's begin. You clap your hands for a jug of fine wine.
It's opening night, everything's going fine. Finally finding a timeless time. It's an open line. . And angle your way through the actors and sets. Entrance, exits, dressing rooms.
If you're not a commodity, why are you so scarce. Invisible even in your solar flares. I battled your intensity. You really got propensity. To burn, to burn.
I am the spirit of christmas yet to come. The future, the source of your grief. And all the little details and the things left undone. Catching you up underneath.