Song Of Love
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Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets andcoffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds of stiff knee-length skirts and whiteankle-socks
But while they search for a mate my type hibernate in bedroomsabove
Composing their songs of love
Young, uniform minds in uniform lines and uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannotdisguise
While I try to find words as light as the birds that circleabove
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
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