I am Munich
I am Paris
I am Edinburgh
I am New York City
But I am not New Jersey
I am not Bonn
I am not Alberta
I am where the city lights are
My life is a piece of art
I am where the symphonies lie
I am wherever Nabokov and Dali want me to be
I am on paints and pictures
I am temptation of rapture
Oh, Mister Nabokov, why this fate for me? (I beg to you)
Oh, Miss Grey, why this fate for me? ( I envy you)
Oh, Miss Banks, why this fate for me? (I hate you)
Tortured ****
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
I am Munich
I am Paris
I am Edinburgh
I am New York City
But I am not New Jersey
I am not Bonn
I am not Alberta
I am where the city lights are
My life is a piece of art
I am where the symphonies lie
I am wherever Nabokov and Dali want me to be
I am on paints and pictures
I am temptation of rapture
Oh, Mister Nabokov, why this fate for me? (I beg to you)
Oh, Miss Grey, why this fate for me? ( I envy you)
Oh, Miss Banks, why this fate for me? (I hate you)
Tortured ****
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