The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Whether for sex or comfort,
Oh, cuddle me! of course I’m like a child,
Look at me, big sixty...
I will remember you, you orange sky
West from the window of the train I watch
Amazed that in this latter age the touch...
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