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He handled those mysterious words like the dance of blades of grass The sound of blades of grass brushing against one another The pain of the wind cutting through the grass— That guy, with his mysterious words In Manhattan style Amidst the forest of Manhattan skyscrapers Stripped them all bare and laid them bare Startling the birds Startling the clouds And when night falls Startling the stars So that the Little Prince on a white horse Who came running after hearing that sound That guy, just like Saint-Exupéry So missed, so longed for, so very longed for At the dusty corner of a Manhattan intersection At a street-side coffee shop Drinking bottled water together I want to talk about life with a smile About that country About human headaches About human shadows About human habits.
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
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He handled those mysterious words like the dance of blades of grass The sound of blades of grass brushing against one another The pain of the wind cutting through the grass— That guy, with his mysterious words In Manhattan style Amidst the forest of Manhattan skyscrapers Stripped them all bare and laid them bare Startling the birds Startling the clouds And when night falls Startling the stars So that the Little Prince on a white horse Who came running after hearing that sound That guy, just like Saint-Exupéry So missed, so longed for, so very longed for At the dusty corner of a Manhattan intersection At a street-side coffee shop Drinking bottled water together I want to talk about life with a smile About that country About human headaches About human shadows About human habits.
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Jun 1, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
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