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Paragon Street, Hull - December 1994, 07.45
the sad eyed girl smiled from the shop doorway
over the flute she gently fingered
pouring her notes into the air
music that haunted and lingered
the sleeping bag nearly rolled
told it's own sad tale
the doorway was her bedroom
and the music was for sale
I wanted to take her for breakfast
But the sad eyes signalled a no
so I gave her my own meal money
Two or three pounds or so
And I walked off down that still street
turned my back and walked away
past the windows howling prosperity
Not a week from christmas day
over the flute she gently fingered
pouring her notes into the air
music that haunted and lingered
the sleeping bag nearly rolled
told it's own sad tale
the doorway was her bedroom
and the music was for sale
I wanted to take her for breakfast
But the sad eyes signalled a no
so I gave her my own meal money
Two or three pounds or so
And I walked off down that still street
turned my back and walked away
past the windows howling prosperity
Not a week from christmas day
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Paragon Street, Hull - December 1994, 07.45
Paragon Street, Hull - December 1994, 07.45