What Did They Say, Blind?
Now With My Lit Cigarettes Ends
From Homesick Letters
Written During A Summer South
Of Some City Teaching
You My Bit Of Broken French
So You'd Know How
Locals Move To Say Je T'aime
But Not Till September
When You Told Me We'd Talk
So Yeah, I Was Blind
While Your Love Just Got Drunk
And Couldn't Remember
CK
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