.I really must stop always being the child
Chasing his youth his heart, nose to the wind
I really must cure my tender nostalgia
Bury deep my stars beneath the veil of night
I must postpone my Spanish chòteau
Dreams that befuddle like an old wine
I must also give up those sunn.
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