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and frescoed walls Look how far your dreaming's gone When every town looks just the same When every choice gets hard to make When every map is put away
back Home to stay I have the cards you sent to me You wrote of trains and Paris galleries This spring you'll draw Canals, and frescoed walls Look
oh no, Al As for America's first subway The public scoffed "It's far too crude" One station filled with Victoria's Age From frescoed walls
Poor Al, woh no Al As for America's first subway The public scoffed, "It's far too rude" One station filled with Victoria's age From frescoed walls
America's first subway The public scoffed "It's far too crude" One station filled with Victoria's Age >From frescoed walls And goldfish fountains To Brahmsian
the frescoed cellar Bronze pipe wall On Neapolitan plywood floorboards Open hall... open hollow... Fireplace and billiards through the globoid glass wall
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