♪♫ She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat ♪♫
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To paraphrase the baby dinosaur from that old TV show. Not the pronstar!