You - wdke for wdk in the buffet ...
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Through the eyes of the wooden room -
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And your heart is pounding.
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(Do you remember?)
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orchestra
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Slowly
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It's falling
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It falls down
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He says
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Whoa soon
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(Do you remember how with me ???)
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I already found it
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Your gaze, my eyes,
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You're going now -
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On the way
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Frosty -
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Right now
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Moment…
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(Do you remember how you talk to me ...)
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You come
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On the fingers
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And come on
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Above my head
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Thunder to the cylinder
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It carries - to life and death - to the tray
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Grande Valse Brillante
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Do you remember waltzing with me,
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Virgo, madonnas, of the legends of those years?
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Do you remember how the light goes to the tray,
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Wiat, what will fall into your arms?
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A discouraged blasphemer,
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It touched the heart
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In hiding these two blooms,
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Raised hotly,
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Unison nozzles,
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Like me, in guesses and fog ...
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And these two over two,
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What these s, but they are not,
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Because lashes are covered
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Soon covered, and in d,
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As if they were there
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And he gave me a bacon,
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One these, the other ones, p to p.
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When you roll through the ceiling -
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You hook the stars with the nose,
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When you float on the ground,
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You pretend to be sulfur.
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Thou shalt lay these possessions,
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Pier cherlaw you can do,
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I will have an athlete
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And a hussar for mea.
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Do you remember waltzing with me,
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Virgo, madonnas, of the legends of those years?
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Do you remember how the light goes to the tray,
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Wiat, what will fall into your arms?
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A discouraged blasphemer,
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It touched the heart
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In hiding these two blooms,
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Raised hotly,
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Unison nozzles,
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Like me, in guesses and fog ...
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And these two over two,
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What these s, but they are not,
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Because lashes are covered
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Soon covered, and in d,
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As if they were there
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And he gave me a bacon,
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One these, the other ones, p to p.
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And here the leg stings,
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A splinter in the shoe of his believer,
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Because he has a hole in the sole
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My contender for mea.
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But I will struggle to break free -
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And now free, gone,
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And he rolls, shuffling
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The deviation of the soles.
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Do you remember waltzing with me,
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Virgo, madonnas, of the legends of those years?
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Do you remember how the light goes to the tray,
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Wiat, what will fall into your arms?
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A discouraged blasphemer,
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It touched the heart
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In hiding these two blooms,
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Raised hotly,
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Unison nozzles,
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Like me, in guesses and fog ...
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And these two over two,
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What these s, but they are not,
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Because lashes are covered
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Soon covered, and in d,
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As if they were there
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And he gave me a bacon,
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One these, the other ones, p to p. |