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let me move slowly through the street
we lay
high walls and huge
those black eyes i once so praised
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
what do i owe to you
brother, i am fire
a pen of steel
why do you always stand there shivering
up from the south at break of day
storm
i gazed upon the glorious sky
she was a beauty in the days
when i was broke in london