The Birthday Party Adam Day Morning ferry after a night of carnations, a deserved toast. Now, the rail station burningunanswered telephone in the dark. Too much wind and cigarettes. Green night in my hair. Eyes all over.
of carnations, a deserved toast.
Now, the rail station burningunanswered
telephone in the dark. Too much wind
and cigarettes. Green night
in my hair. Eyes all over.
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