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The Midnight Canoe
Ah, Midnight's Squaw, Ah Midnight's Squaw
My beauty, in your coat
Stolen from army, Ah, Midnightâs Squawâ¦
Your canoe, slipper
on the gale swings
forgotten in ecstasy, Ah, Midnightâs Squawâ¦
Midnightâ s Squaw, Who goes, who goes?
Among the buildings of the oasis, who goes?
Tears, Indians, in truth they will never interest me...
/>The world you know
made of ocher and cheekbones
enchants many men, Ah, Midnightâs Squawâ¦
Specialty, to be experienced
Come on, try itâ ¦
Chejenne fashion, of prairie, Ah, Midnightâs Squawâ¦
Midnightâs Squaw, to ya, to ya
Midnightâs Squaw, to ya, to ya
A meadowy (nowhere) folly love
Itâs not a nomadic medowy heart, yeahâ¦
(An extravagant love of grass, nowhere,
is not a nomadic grass heart)
Ah, Midnightâs Squaw, my beauty
Full of barbaric dreams
Stolen from my men, ah, Midnightâs Squawâ ¦
Your canoe, park it
At the bottom of the dark… don't laugh…
If you laugh you make me cry, Ah Midnight… Squaw…

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