(I want to work today like I want a hole in my head.)
Such a shame to throw it all away.
The images grow darker still...
Could I have been anyone other than me?
And then I,
I look up at the sky.
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying?
What's the use in hurrying?
Turn. Turn. We almost become dizzy.
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