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It's in me, it's in me - and you know it's for real
Tuning in your saxophone
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo

The candle burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows on your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never know that you had all of me
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly

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