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Chessboard 's out you move your  Queen to face my Knight the last blackbird is singing in the night & the coffee's grown cold my pawn eats your King & you sigh and shake your head & show me a postcard from Istanbul as we decide to take a break the summer is dying the telephone sings but we don't answer
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Chess
Chessboard 's out you move your  Queen to face my Knight the last blackbird is singing in the night & the coffee's grown cold my pawn eats your King & you sigh and shake your head & show me a postcard from Istanbul as we decide to take a break the summer is dying the telephone sings but we don't answer
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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