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I'd like to think of angels
We discussed a happy end
A place with lemon slices
On a shore with violins
Five star waiters
Crates of kill cow wine on a night of
steaming sin
It's out there, somewhere
I would bet your missing shoe
And my geiger counter too
Wishing you
