"He was selling postcards from a paper stand
a whiskey bottle in his withered hand
he put a finger on a photo from an old magazine
and saw himself in the shadow of his dream..."Till "Till the moon deserts the sky Till the all the seas run dry Till then I'll worship you Till the tropic sun turns cold..."Til "Till the moon deserts the sky Till the all the seas run dry Till then I'll worship you Till the tropic sun turns cold..."|
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