youtu.be/IlqNqeb3mfM I saw you older-- It looked like Death had been at your face. Another cigarette, Almost gone when the morning first breaks. Too many people, Too many people know your first name. Im just one, And after a while I cant bring myself to say: Be sure you notice always what youre eating New York nights, 1926-- It all looked so different Youve starved your telephones, Now your servants cant bring you messages. The open fields where people color to no reply; You cant help it-- If you get out of bed you might paint a sky. We used to be lovers a long time ago. Your God hates me-- He cant feel my flesh; He leaves me panting like a dog at the edge of your bed. Your God hates me.
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