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Alan (Henning)
Its Saturday night at the taxi rank
street angels are steering girls to the cabs;
legs over tits like a Picasso and
it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.
So can you hear the people weeping?
can you see the children dying?
All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love
as you drove your taxi through this world.
And the laughter and the love in t...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 1:49 pm
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