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When our conversation reran on my brainbox overnightI had some things to say to you that I found pretty brightBut I lost the power of parody in dusty morning lightYou made me want to give up on the whole entire raceTo disappear beneath a rock without a single traceBut ...
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The light from his guitarscuttles aroundamo caseslike a festive,furtive feline.He leaves his gift(he loves his gift)to us.When he speaks,he is a man;but when he sings,he is himself.The light from his guitardazzlescurtains, floors.He is the still centerof this nova.It flashes out,fleshes out,reaching, teaches us,squinting to replyto the flirtinglight from his guitar. ...