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passing on You can pass it in the porta potty portal When I went down I looked around saw Nabokov hypnotized Staring at a screen of nymphs and butterflies
Como mi voz, en vos, calló, Nabokov sonrió y la volvió a escribir... Miro los días por televisión las horas pisan la tarde de hoy quebrandosé Veo entre
Przyszła wiosna nie patrz wokół Głowa w dół i przyspiesz kroku Świeci słońce zamknij oczy Bo to co widzisz może śnić się w nocy Miał rację Nabokov
Nabokov Because it used to be more populous in Illinois. Because its wingspan is an inch. Because it requires blue lupine. Because to become blue, it has
Elle est du genre Qui plait à Nabokov Lolita Petite culotte 100% coton La maculée conception Et l’homme créa les sucettes En ultra chic version
via Cercherò la luce perché Io, come Nabokov, sento ridere nel buio Una voce, uno sguardo, ma di quale realtà Di continuo si discorre senza complicità
Nabokov is sun-licked now Upon the beach at Gruenwald Brilliant and naked just The way that authors looks Clare and Lady Manners drink Until
Nabokov is sun-licked now Upon the beach at Gruenwald Brilliant and naked just The way that authors looks Clare and Lady Manners drink Until
kvalita Já starej ješita a vůl Lolita je kvalita Já starej ješita a vůl Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lolita je kvalita Já starej ješita a vůl Starej vůl Nabokov taky
he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabokov Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't
Nabokov is sun-licked now Upon the beach at Grunewald Brilliant and naked just The way that authors look Clare and Lady Manners drink Until the other
the pox And Nabokov wrote on index cards At a lectern, in his socks St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff Imprisoned in a box And Johnny Thunders
the pox And Nabokov wrote on index cards At a lectern, in his socks St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff Imprisoned in a box And Johnny Thunders
have seen their trials Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles Even underlining Nabokov When I am not in love, in love It happens
have seen their trials Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles Even underlining Nabokov When I am not in love, in love It happens
got a date with miss Ludo, Ludovica Nabokov. Nothing happened last weekend, I guess it never will. It stays the same if I don't change, There is no
burning begging please, Back to the champ in the little sun dress, She was reading Nabokov, Miller, and Tess, Undressed so fine just as you are,
dead & gone - I want to live today' Kingsley Amis: (cough) Doris Lessing: I hate men! Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl... William Golding:
Nabokov So back the fuck off off Before I just snap and get drunk off these Scotch Hops And start playing hop scotch The D.C. boys are getting all pampered
listen when I said it was stolen away And it hurts to say yet not at all That my own rise and fall Was inspired by Nabokov Just far less pretty I took my
solitudine a a a detta di Nabokov E' il campo da gioco di Satana e il suo fuoco Parlo e ciò che sento Forse è solo il disturbo Vedi, I don't get it Ferma
działo Być może Ale teraz wolisz myśleć Myśleć że jesteś teraz w parku Biegasz nago z siatką na motyle Jak jakiś Nabokov Wzdłuż alejek stoją dzieci
apologize when you turn blue and cold Blood, didn't they want your blood So don't apologize for being blue and cold Were you Nabokov to a Salinger Were
man I really hope I'm wrong Feeling like I'm Nabokov Zoning while I'm dozing off And I only count the hours when I'm asleep feel like a broken clock
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