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*There's trouble in Alphaville:
Caution in the taxi, "I am on a journey to the end of the night."
Remember to silence love when sneaking Sally thru the alley.
There's always one too many wives on the same wavelength.
Seeing is believing in the cold ultraviolet light of a long, warm lens.
And naturally "How to Teach Your Wife to Be a Widow" is all checked out at the local library.*
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:59 PM UTC
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*There's trouble in Alphaville:
Caution in the taxi, "I am on a journey to the end of the night."
Remember to silence love when sneaking Sally thru the alley.
There's always one too many wives on the same wavelength.
Seeing is believing in the cold ultraviolet light of a long, warm lens.
And naturally "How to Teach Your Wife to Be a Widow" is all checked out at the local library.*
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