How did I find you? Did I remind you of the boy at the Louvre? watching you move I don't know, for five hundred years out of the furnace into the forest and the harvest of my youth tell me the truth do you, does anyone, anymore? I've come to believe if a man does his deeds while he's missing wine he's already died, he's already died, a hundred times Did you remember seven septembers of sacred rendez vous? spreading....only for you do you remember tipping the vendor and how we used to groove spreading......only for you