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I can't know the song of the south When my needle points north. The blue south elegant with lovely lake Eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows Makes a man out of safety pins Proud as an Indian I figure in future years I'll be stained by the tears Of desperate clinging Miracle girls commercially perfect Excel at Port Authority Shall I run out to meet your hopes Of liquor, tobacco & chocolate? Up on chalkleg mirror mountain Subtle and juicy<br /> <br /> Thanks to razvan
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