I love this city because
Here, I think I’ll find the song bird
she can hold an illusion
like a jug at a table
and wait upon the secret sigh in the rabble
while a toast is raised to babel

With these eyes
I have to lose
Everything
Finding matchboxes
Noticing a fault
And the ability to keep from falling
But getting up
To sighs

Love o love
Cheshire cat
May the talk be always of you
If not straight
Then in aliases
And may you always smile
On those that

night comes down
in the business districts
like murder in the alley
why suddenly
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