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Penguin spins the caviar... Trois rouge. We drown it quick it
hatches. We wash it with absynthe, spit it out with roses. Captain
the hoses on the crawling crowd. We're on a cloud, we're on our
knees, we're all the songs our fathers taught us. Still the band
plays on (relieved!). They locked up all daughters, deep down,
horizontal in the hold. We're much too old and much too to hold a
conversation. Too far gone to see the mountain through the crack
that was the