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We stand on the corner Between noisy bars That strew their rubbish Beneath the stars. From your stinging words, Ill-concealed disdain, I turn and run Through tears of rain. And the rain shafts cold Through the orange light Of the streetlamps’ glare That obscures the night. And your words,…
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