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In this southern platform
Which has its days
I wake up and surrender
To an image of waves
And I ain't dead
At least not yet
But I'm not with you
Sunday morning
I love me without you
Lovin' you
Joan, my pain is true
True's part of the untrue
I live for the moment
In a seismical town
In my hic et nunc I
Dream you away
And how are you
Morning dew?
Did you evaporate?
Plague, Earthquake the Sack and the Bourbons
And Jesuits too, you know
As I walk on depowered new cement
And by wind an obscene bridge is bent
I think of you of you my love
Even of this I get sick of
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