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[Oct. 17th, 2014|04:22 pm] |
and she lay there 'neath the covers
dreaming of a thousand lovers
'til the world turned to orange
and the room went spinning round
(..)
she could clean the house for hours
or rearrange the flowers
or run naked through the shady street
screaming all the way
at the age of 37
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the warm wind in her hair |
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