Drifter, what about her conversation?
Drifter, how about an explanation --
Where you go, when you recede;
And why you never let her feed
On all that truth you hold so dear
But never let another near?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
No -- to the quiet gazes
No -- to the muttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune
Taster of the poetry
Of Pater, Proust, and Socrates...
What are you to do but sleep?
And when are you to stop and weep
For all you inability
To mate with your own memory?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
Drifter, how about an explanation --
Where you go, when you recede;
And why you never let her feed
On all that truth you hold so dear
But never let another near?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
No -- to the quiet gazes
No -- to the muttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune
Taster of the poetry
Of Pater, Proust, and Socrates...
What are you to do but sleep?
And when are you to stop and weep
For all you inability
To mate with your own memory?
No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around
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