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[00:00.00]Fiction
[00:00.10]The Lucksmiths
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[00:00.75]Written down here, gentle reader
[00:05.16]It seems too good to be true
[00:09.45]But there’s a girl in Kansas City
[00:14.17]With my favourite tattoo
[00:18.63]Oh why would I lie to you?
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[00:40.29]
[00:45.49]This was in another century
[00:49.39]Somewhere near the summer’s end
[00:54.68]The fahrenheit was frightening
[00:58.18]I was awake the whole weekend
[01:03.27]Invited to a barbecue
[01:07.20]I found refuge in the kitchen
[01:11.59]Discussing post-war US literature
[01:16.16]With a girl whose upper arm read “fiction”
[01:20.31]Like it might have been typewritten
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[01:37.67]
[01:47.37]When I asked her its significance
[01:51.24]She said she sometimes took reminding
[01:55.96]What she wanted to be doing
[02:00.47]Whether reading it or writing
[02:04.88]I admitted admiration
[02:08.84]For both typeface and intent
[02:13.57]And said more softly — sotto voce —
[02:17.85]I knew too well what she meant
[02:22.18]She just smiled
[02:24.67]And in a while she went
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[02:32.38]For a time I forgot this ever took place
[02:38.77]She left her bottle on the bookcase
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[03:31.92]So though I leave you little option
[03:36.09]But to take me at my word
[03:40.73]I assure you, dearest listener
[03:44.92]That it happened as you’ve heard
[03:49.44]A beer left on a bookshelf
[03:53.30]At a bygone barbecue
[03:57.56]By a girl from Kansas City
[04:01.52]With my favourite tattoo
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[04:06.02]Oh why would I lie to you?
[04:14.58]Oh why would I lie to you?
[04:22.99]Oh why would I lie?
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[04:34.27]by:爬格子的偽書生/l'obli.(Sotto Voce) - Q 47228564
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