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Undeveloped HeartMy friend David told meMy heart beats like a dream Down there at the railway station The lights are turning green That little black-robed Franciscan priest struts down the Lugarno Tips his hat at all the North Americans And dreams the dream of the Argonauts We know the truth ofthe undeveloped heart Poplars on the Seine and Sunset Boulevard The noise that can drive a love asunder Sometimes your dreams can leave you under We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs Blowing off heat and dust Stretch our romantic souls to cover the wanderlust At midnight in some strange city black-burned and medieval We shiver inside our paper thin raincoats At the silence that knows no evil |