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Two lips pout Too cold for kissing Smoke pouring out The fireplace hissing The perfect night The ideal bride Everything tried Everything missing I went down For my midnight session To find someone To cure my depression She said "Come on Let me read your palm The nights get long In my profession" We sat on her bed It was totally dark But everything she said Was dead on the mark One small spark Was all that was missing No complaints No reminiscing Long black train Has come down to one thing To ride you blind To the end of the line And there I might find Everyting...