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I have a pen, she said But it's broke, it's bereft Without its hand I don't understand I don't understand I'm given in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel and shit by the spade Where does the colour go When the flowers grow old? In my darkest hour I lie down in the arms of these flowers

The grass is so soft like hair In our crumpled skirts we sit there Wet and licking the quivering air The voluptuous air I'm given in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel and shit by the spade Where does the colour go When the flowers grow old? In my darkest hour I lie down in the arms of these flowers

Herein pornography Two tear inevitably A butterfly so delicately On her wet lips slips And she sucks it in And she sucks it in I'm given in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel and shit by the spade Where does the colour go When the flowers grow old? In my darkest hour I lie down in the arms of these flowers