The Encounter
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The Encounter Lyrics
All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin
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