I've thought of you in far-off places,

puzzled over lipstick traces...

so help me god, I will not cry

and then I think of Lorelei...

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and the sons of Pullman porters,

and the sons of engineers

ride their fathers' magic carpet

made of steel...

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I am the one... who guided you... this far;

all you know, and all you feel