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Music in Starling St sounds like the wind
Down the cafe when the daylight has thinned
Harry and Dorothy say let's begin
You clap your hands for a jug of fine wine
Two ugly jail-workers both ways men stare (?)
His house down the lane, the life he leads there
You notice he's gone and he just doesn't care
He claps his hands for a jug of fine wine