Lacking sleep and food and vision,
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here I am again, encamped upon your floor,
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craving sanctuary and nourishment,
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encouragement and sanctity and more.
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The streets seemed very crowded,
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I put on my bravest guise -
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I know you know that I am acting,
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I can see it in your eyes.
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In the harsh light of freedom I know
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that I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
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have frittered it away in idle boasts
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of my freedom and fidelity
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when simpler words would have profited me most......it isn't enough in the end,
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when I'm looking for hope.
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Though the organ monkey screams
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as the pipes begin to spit
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still he'll go through the dance routines
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just as long as he thinks they'll fit,
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just as long as he knows that it's dance,
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smile - or quit.
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Like the monkey I dance to a strange tune:
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when all of these years I've longed to lie with you,
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I've bogged myself down in the web of talk,
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quack philosophy and sophistry -
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at physciality I've always baulked,
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like the man in the chair who believes it's
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beyond him to walk.
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I've been hiding behind words,
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fearing a deeper flame exists,
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faintly aware of the passage
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of opportunities I have missed.
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But the nearness and the smell of you,
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La Rossa from head to toe....
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I don't know what I'm telling you,
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but I think you ought to know:
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soon the dam wall will break,
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soon the water will flow.
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Though the organ-monkey groans
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as the organ-grinder plays
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he's hoping, at the most,
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for an end to his dancing days...
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still he hops up and down on his perch
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in the usual jerky way.
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Though this might mean an end to all friendship,
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there's something I'm working up to say.
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Think of me what you will:
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I know that you think you feel my pain -
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no matter if that's just the surface.
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If we made love now would that change all that ahs gone before?
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Of course it would, there's no way
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it could ever be the same...
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one more line crossed,
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one more mystery explained.
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Now I need more than just words,
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though the options are plain
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that lead from all momentary action.
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If we make love now it will change all
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that is yet to be...
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never could we agree in the same way again.
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One more world lost, one more heaven gained.
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La Rossa, you kow me,
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you read me as though I am glass;
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though I know it
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there's no way in which I can pass -
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though it means that you'll finish my story
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at last I'd trade all the clever talk,
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the joking, the smoking and the quips, all the midnight conversations, all the friendship,
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all the words and all the trips
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for the warmth of your body,
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the more vivid touch of your lips.
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All bridges burning behind me,
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all safety beyond reach:
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the monkey feels his chains out blindly,
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only to find himself released.
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Take me, take me now and hold me deep
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inside your ocean body,
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wash me as some flotsam to the shore,
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there leave me lying evermore!
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Drown me, drown me now and hold me down
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before your naked hunger,
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burn me at the altar of the night--
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give me life!
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La Rossa
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