My thoughts all seem far out at sea tonight Old faces float like ghosts towards the light, Memories pulled from where they best belong Remembered, like somebody in a song. I must have seen them in a hundred bars Soft breasts like globes beneath a top of stars, Through salad days, when time was just a word, Terrors for children, seen but seldom heard. For men are fools for
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