.Now I'm staring at the Hudson, I am humming to the passing trains
And I no longer miss the silence, but I miss your eyelids flickering
Should we give up the hunt, become the hunted ones instead?
Won't the bells at St. Marks keep on groaning when we're dead either way?
I sti.
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