Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy?/Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently?/Do not let my words depress you - I'm here to uplift you now (I'm here to uplift you now)/Her eyes have gone south - terrible lies she denies/Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways?/Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt?/It just plain scares me/Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand - from the fun of the century/No more glistening wet poems in your honour, captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion
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