Monica sighed
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Rolled on her side
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She was so impressed that she just surrendered
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She was moved by his wheels
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She was just up from Wales
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He was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her
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Lose the sense of time
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Nail down the blinds
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And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending
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Joking aside
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The mechanical bride
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Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender.
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Let me just point out discreetly
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Though you never learn
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All those tawdry late night weepies
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I could make you weep more cheaply
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As the empty moon enamels
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Monica with spoons and candles
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Bangs around without the light on
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Furniture to get it right on
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Settled in a homely fishpool
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Hung with little eels
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Often thinks that travel widens
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'Stay at home, the trout obliges'
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Monica sighed
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Rolled on to her side
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She was so impressed that she just surrendered.
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The Great Pretender
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| Brian Eno |
