Pin your name upon my sweater

And walk with me to the launderette

We'll watch my socks play tag together

Hear the buttons sing, see the moon's ascent


I'll say your hair has grown much longer

But I think that you should keep it that way

Oh it's so fine here in September

When the river's red, and the sky's dove grey...


Two dollar psychic around my corner
I'll say 'Did you see me coming?'

But I guess she's heard that one before

And in her deck, there lives a viper

And a prince with lions and unshared troubles at his door


Well, I know death, it's a foreign country

It left me breathless, it left me rich and made me poor

 And I have made myself an island -

But I don't mind if you come ashore

And here is my letter, like I promised from New York

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