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You Talk Of Going But Don't
Even Have A Suitcase
(A Series of Repetitions)
I will think of this night someplace
There will be no one near
only this song of old yearning
with you together on some street.
Now is the time for retreat,
This is not the last chance.
and they shall come again
Old age, disaster, doom.
It shall be as this room.
in the mirror. Time is as a river
and I shall forget this night,
You shall disappear down the road
in the pillow, while candles burn outside