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“Latvian Dance pt. 3 in ¾ Time” Your coat falls to the floor And your nightgown caught the door And you were more beautiful than the day before But you don't mean a thing, to me anymore Your long hair was caught in the rapture And I struggle to find my way home Through grottos and ghettos and alleys and valleys Just to enthrone myself next to you, life was alright I was a railway you were my train And you walked on my back most every day I thought it beautiful, your feet caressing A back torn by toenails, I am your route Your skin was a fabric woven in pity And I was that winter colder than summer My foe, my enemy, took his mighty stabs at me Take your fabric, I want nothing to do with it |