Bedlam
In the dance
of stops,
in the lazy
turns
of the figure eights,
in the looks of your eyes,
in the coffee ground steps
of the lunatics,
we are,
you and I,
alone,
together
and crazy.
of stops,
in the lazy
turns
of the figure eights,
in the looks of your eyes,
in the coffee ground steps
of the lunatics,
we are,
you and I,
alone,
together
and crazy.
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