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It was not my ear you whispered into,
BLONDIE
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The glass door the green to my magenta the yellow to my blue he is my compliment... the happiness to my sorrow and the pain of my laughter through the glass door I see him I knock, but he cannot hear I wave, but he cannot see he is deaf to my calls he is blind to my presence in silence I wait gazing through the glass door the key around
his heart
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