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Quiet morning. Walked to work in the dark, just me and the tame rabbits, the possums, and the low, fat moon looking over my shoulder.
Listening to Greg Brown singing "Dream Cafe".
There's flowers now on Linn Street
And the new moon just above...
They tore down all the houses
Where we used to make love.
Nobody here. Coffee's perking.
Listening to Greg Brown singing "Dream Cafe".
There's flowers now on Linn Street
And the new moon just above...
They tore down all the houses
Where we used to make love.
Nobody here. Coffee's perking.