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"Buñuel"

luis buñuel made bullets and guns at home to pass the time away with careful fingers and eyes getting old smoking the whole time stars in the tide-pools dust in the daylight a great plague passes and saves us for later every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play gunpowder stains lose all sense of time can't seem to recall the function of what you lost yourself in making every whorehouse in ever civil war knows better ways to make you wait every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play luis buñuel watching the wine glass tremble as the train passes by wizened fingers revolution and lust soul and spine stars in the tide-pools dust in the daylight a great plague passes and saves us for later every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play every whorehouse in every civil war knows better ways to make you wait every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play