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Description:Songs We Forgot to Sing If she were standing naked by the window Staring off at the light of concentration yards Across the river and the same light were dancing Like blue savages down the lines of her body Turning just so while tin music of a distant radio falls Like snow falling through the weary radiance of street lights — If I could walk down that dangerous alley between her arms Drawn to her mouth as if Drake Rosalia found the dog right around mid-afternoon a couple miles past the iron scorpion. The studio was in the garage stall of an old service station.

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