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First Light

thorn rose in quicksand

a pale siren lost at sea

gurgling a hymn, that's

what she means to me

 

she's saying little of late

quieter now than of yore

time's calmed her down

once I called her a whore

 

came home at all hours

partied till she dropped

spent money like water

manic how she shopped

 

once a nymphomaniac

in bed she wore me out

I was not t...

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Crescendo

The BBC orchestra was in full flow

Sibelius symphony number two

We were third row in the balcony

Up there you get a better view

 

Suddenly she sat bolt upright

Whispering to me with a sigh

How her neighbour's right hand

Had just been stroking her thigh

 

I turned to glare at the aged culprit

It was then we decided to swap places

Now the ensemble was playing Brah...

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