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And while you sweet Venus of Rimmel,
were walking your four dogs and Pablo was being killed
And while Mr. Hood was being attacked by greedy relatives
And while yesterday's stories were walking on pieces of glass
up to the piano bar pianist who had already sung for you
And while I was saying goodnight to you little flower,
with a small apple in hand that I hadn’t yet tasted…
Something remains…
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