A disillusioned Man Of The World’s Song

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A rhythmic motion

Like a ship upon the ocean

Your legs swung

But to me no joy brung.

You spoke in a foreign tongue.

No songs where sung.

You where young

Eighteen or twenty

Our hearts they where empty.

Yes you where young,

Your feet in heels swung .

I see them swinging still

I have had my fill

Of desert beds and swinging legs.

Love to me is dead.

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