Nhạc sĩ: William Bishop
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Now she watched a plane climb upinto the clouds, then he moved a cigaretteup close to his mouth, thin paintflecked windows, vases and frameshe moved his hand to the base of her backstand naked for me once againshe offered him a blankiehe cleared across the floorhe heard all the echoes, so many a rabbitat her door, a cup of wineand you'll remember everything you thoughtcould happen only once beforehe said these memories are not minethese colours are all yoursyou're getting empty is passinghe said your eyes look tired and warmlooking and looking to her pupilsdilating her features tornoutside they were making a dealto imagine a differencein the space between you and meyou were selling photographs of the monuments