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i was looking for a rhyme for the new york timeswhen i sensed i was not aloneshe said d'you know how to spell audaciouslyi could tell i was in luckand so i forced a smile contrary to my styleand she looked into my eyesshe said d'you want to go heavenor would you rather not be savedhere comes my traini'm on my way, will you not seei don't need your sympathyi won't read your poetry, oh sweetness pleaseso she took me back to her basement flatwhich was down on charlotte streetthough it was never my intentionwe were not intense, not least becausewell if you must just take then i'm a piece of cakethat is what she said to meand so i gave myself to her charitywell at least that's how it seemedhere comes my traini'm on my way, what got into mei don't need your sympathyi won't read your poetry, oh bittersweetsi was looking for a rhyme for the new times when i was distractedyes those were precious times together that we wastednow i'm working hard for my union cardi must believe in charlotte streetthough it was never my intention to stay so longso long
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