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The sun blowing the moon away lights me up for one more day.
The streets are naked in the morning sun
The night is behind me
I run and run.
Morning heat puts a thin film of sweat on my face.
A little man
his eyes half closed
puts chairs on tables
Admires his work and collects a quater from the floor.
I head over the Broadway where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast and trying to impress the barman
With a fresh voice when I ask for the bill.
The sun blowing the moon away lights me up
for one more day. ...
Desire
desire - for the unknown eyes.
Desire - for the unknown name
I'm burning - in the morning sun
I'm on the run.
Desire - for the unknown name
desire - for the unknown love.
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