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Drifter, what about her conversation?
Drifter, how about an explanation --
Where you go, when you recede;
And why you never let her feed
On all that truth you hold so dear
But never let another near?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
No -- to the quiet gazes
No -- to the muttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune
Taster of the poetry
Of Pater, Proust, and Socrates...
What are you to do but sleep?
And when are you to stop and weep
For all your inability
To mate with your own memory?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
No -- to the mindless gazes
No -- to the splintered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune
Singer, will the singing say it?
Singer, would such saying change it?
A whole long life spent tuning strings
And will it now mean anything
But empty chords that only bring
An endless, voiceless sorrowing?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
No -- to the fightened gazes
No -- to the stuttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune
Time and good fortune...
