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You'd sing too

If you found yourself

in a place like this

You wouldn't worry about

whether you were as good

as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf

You'd sing

You'd sing

not for yourself

but to make a self

out of the old food

rotting in the astral bowel

and the loveless thud

of your own breathing

You'd become a singer

faster than it takes

to hate a rival's charm

and you'd sing, darling

you'd sing too

Photo-Terence Gui