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your face is downalone on your deskat the end of the city you were squashed intothere is no one you lovethe quivering heart of Gigantorthe quivering heart of Coryyour hair has gone whitethe truck you drive could easily crash intoanother and bigger truckit will be so long before i knowyour harmonium plays a chordi can hear it and i can feel itacross all time and across all pain From Letras Mania