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Come please hold my hand and let us talk
She says as we stroll down Bleeker street
Upon the icy cobblestones we walk
Time slips through splayed fingers swift and fleet
I never felt a day so universal
profoundly joyous wide and deep
My heart beats strong, its thumps are felt by all
I ask her if she gives her soul to keep
She whispers words blown softly on my neck
Hold your breath hear the village voices
Bohemian poets or do we call them Czech
This day was made for whom the poet rejoices
Hear the beat we learned from Kerouac
Fall in love for a night and sleep in a shack
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