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Stereo’s blasting You smoke the evening haze And Square Pete doubts the story Jane likes sharps April Fool’s Day She’ll dust you, with scars and starlit glory Art hung from the railings Rusting more and more Highlights this Lower East dream We painted, still not fading Holds a tint of what’s in store Sipping wine, I watch you curling in Sipping Sipping Sipping, I watch you curling in