To die or not to...
I came out of the guitar
and in that fierce profession
my heart knows little peace ---
for where they least expect me
I'll turn up with my gear
to reap the early wine
in the stetsons of Autumn.
So you are red and you are hot,
you are white and very salty
like a laurel sauce with onions,
you are a piano laughing
with all the notes how are
your soul...
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