.The pure eyed country honey
Speaks of the lost low-grade golden age
The stairwell cigarette smoke are
Exhales in the space of his outcast face
And the pay phone corner talker, she smiles
With a cut so pure and wild
You used to know her in the eyes of the street lights
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