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Windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine Butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices I've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow Airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines Traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers Now I'm wondering, blind, in the city I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow Faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet Sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up Now I'm quiet in this snow, snowy country I'm hanging on until I am old, just older than now From Letras Mania