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I see the girl running,
With no shoes on her feet,
Jumping shade to shadow,
In this deafening heat.
And I hear the trains coming,
And the drunk man singing on the street,
And the fan on the ceiling,
Reeling,
Me in to sleep.
And I dream silent movies,
Black and white memories I suppose,
They’re the same old stories,
But wearing in different clothes.
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So where’s the girl running,
With no shoes on her feet,
Cos there’s no shade nor shadow,
In this deafening heat.
