two dancers I
I feel as if I’ve been where you have been
the snow had piled up knee-high in the street
apart, apart and dancing on
the wanderer the squanderer
our son was dying and we could hardly eat
they dragged me by the ankles through the street
(two hearts)
they passed me round them like a piece of meat
his hairy hands his falling fists
his dancing cock
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