Kiss my trembling Fingers
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Covered with your Blood.
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Sister, please forgive me,
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And the Sun is shining bright.
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Sweetish Stones burn on hot Floe
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To evitate in Vapour State.
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Pink Noises maim my talking Ears
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As your Eyeballs fill my Guts.
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Evaporation is changing my Aggregate State,
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And gaseous I travel with the Wind.
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I'm filtering the Light and many Fraunhofer-lines
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Enrich the Colour Spectrum, dispersed by a Prism.
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[Lyrics written in October 1992]
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[Music composed in September 1993]
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Latin Dreams In Turpentine
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| Korova |
