.Ember of your memory,
your voice on my machine.
Allen says blood must be let
and black is this years gray.
Please, don't know him.
(Don't spare me that.)
Walk slowly, slowly.
(Give it to me neat.)
Allen says the air's not fresh
and Lindsay's torn a.
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