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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Ice Machine Running through my head secretly Shout at the boys in the factory I'll ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom sea A letter, once composed Seven years long and as tall as a tree Reading on the wall Efficient, efficiency Resurrect, as a feeling on my window, of a past reunion A vision of a picture like the city and the air we breathe She stood beside me once again I knew her face We met before, in the street recalling all the children dancing at our feet Their dancing feet |
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