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Plume of feathers
Foam plume
Like beer
Like a blonde braid that never ends
To go up
To climb to the top
Up to the roof
To look at the sky
Where do you live now?
In a low house
Where you spend your nights
In your bed of frost
Send me in an envelope
Your broken smile
Fast Garcia
I'll compose it for you
Boots are repaired
Leather bags
And espadrilles
Wicker baskets and
Tassel headbands
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our lips want to kiss
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our lips want to kiss
That there is nothing else
As long as our mouths want to kiss
With tuberose snow
I'll patch it up for you
With blade cloth
From an old mill
With glitter powder
From a piece of mirror
With the white tail
From a perplexed cat
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our lips want to kiss
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our lips want to kiss
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our lips want to kiss
That there is nothing else
That there is nothing else
As long as our mouths want to kiss
Send me in an envelope
Your broken smile
I'll compose it for you
I am a shoemaker
I am a shoemaker
I am a cobbler
I am a shoemaker
I am a cobbler
I am a shoemaker
I am a cobbler
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