.Again,
At the end of the rainbow
Again,
No gold to be found
Just this cold unmade bed
The last 3 words you said
And this buzzing on the telephone line
Paris, well, there is fog on the seine
Amsterdam still courses through my veins
All these dark crazy sights,.
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