.Please, the ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes
They aren't his, and yet I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief
And though they're serving samovar, somehow I'd rather be
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an.
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