Sitting here with the hollow men
Discussing the finer points of things agains
Various lasses over copious glasses
Wearing bewilderment of failed mountain climbers

My poor friends have been through this before
The garish windows, the big red doors
Every sentence has her name
I open my mouth and it’s like torrential rain


Let me tell you all about her
And her blue smile
Let me tell you all about her
As you roll your eyes

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