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Some kind of weather coming
This was not something that one saw every day
Those were the best times in my life
A blue sky is as depthless as the sea
It was only Friday to Sunday evening that held the pleasures
What were you looking for?
Forgive me for running off like that
"You can’t just drop a bunch of rocks in a pile to make a stone wall"
The world is incredible at this time of day, isn’t it?
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I was quiet a moment
All my life I’d been the one looking down on the world
I think it’s better to be up high
There was a slight, exquisite scar on her throat
I understand the depth of your feelings
He did not care about anything that had happened in that place
Something beneath the ground was attempting to dig upwards
I can’t tell you all my secrets so soon
Everything might get back to the way it was
So many people stayed in bed on cloudy days
He won’t be able to fall back asleep
I can remember being flooded with happiness once
I was there but was also everywhere
It is hours to go before you sleep
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You can’t leave me here on my own
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
We decided to see if we could make ourselves motionless
Turing figured out something entirely different
How far are we from Manila?
I said that in my youth I had been a rebel
Relationships must deepen or die
The man in khaki smiled
Place was empty when we got here
I’ve got a solution for that
I raised a hand to my scalp
No locksmith can open that door
Hover through the fog and filthy air
He had built cyclotrons
And I do. I do smile
By noon, he was gone
There was a stripe of sun on the carpet
It hurt a lot
1971 was the Year of Spaghetti
I’ve stopped thinking about things at night
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