Kosinski

When the light shows through your window
 I can see you there in the mirror
 Touching blond hair that's a river
 Of translucent, liquid light
 Are you singing, child? I can hear you here
 Just by watching lips reflecting
 Just by watching small breasts rising
 With the rhythm of your breathing
 I'm not here now, but I see you there
 With your blue veins softly tapping skin
 With the rhythm of your breathing
 With the rhythm of my thinking
 Are you sleeping now? I could touch your silver hair
 While you're sleeping, child, you can feel me here
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 (Caroline, rise) on the moonlight wire
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 (Caroline, rise) and drink the drug from the crystal vial
 (Caroline, rise) on the moonlight rope
 (These are the eyes) of an animal
 (These are the eyes) of an animal
 (These are the eyes) of an animal
 (These are the eyes)
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 (These are the eyes)