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   Hindered by sober restlessness
 
 Submitting to the amber crutch
 
 The theme in my aching prose
 
 The theme in my aching prose
 
  
  Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
 
 Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
 
 Manhattan
  
 
 That pour of a bitter red being
 
 That escapes a thin frame
 
 A bitter red being
  
 
 The rebirth of mutual love
 
 The rebirth of mutual love
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
  
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
 
 The slipping on gloves to lay
  
 
 Slipping on gloves
 
 Gloves, gloves
 
 Slipping on gloves
  
 
 I'm dying
 
 Is it blissful?
 
 It's like a dream
 
 I want to dream
  
 
 I'm dying
 
 Is it blissful?
 
 It's like a dream
 
 I want to dream
 
 I want to dream
 
 I want to dream
 
 I want to dream with you