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now in Vienna are ten pretty women
there's a shoulder where death comes to cry there's a lobby with nine hundred windows there's a tree where the doves go to die there's a piece that was torn from the morning and it hangs in the Gallery of frost take this waltz, take this waltz take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws. I want you, i want you, i want you on a chair with a dead magazine in a cave at the tip of the lily in some hallway where love's never been. on a bed where the moon has been sweating in a cry filled with footsteps and sand take this waltz, take this waltz take its broken waist in your hand. this waltz with his very own breath of brandy and deathdragging its tail in the sea. there's a concert hall in Vienna where your mouth had a thousand reviews there's a bar where the boys have stop talking they've been sentenced to death by the blues. ah, but is it climbs to your picture with a garland of freshly cut tears ? take this waltz, take this waltz take this waltz , it's been dying for years. there's an attic where children are playing where I've got to lie down with you soon in a dream of Hungarian lanterns in the mist of some sweet afternoon and I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow all your sheep and your lilies of snow take this waltz, take this waltz with its "I'll never forget you, you know" and I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise the hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your things and I'll burry my soul in a scrapbook with the photographs there and the moss and I'll yeld to the flood of your beauty my cheap violin and my cross. amd you'll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist take this waltz, take this waltz it's yours now. It's all that there is.
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