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I remember we came in May
And we changed our names to Lana and Ray
We’d be up ‘til the sun rosé
I’m in gold lame
Your pink floral hay
Driving in your mercury down to Waimea
Driving in your mercury
Wish I met you at another place and time
If only, if only you were mine
This love story ends for you and I
'Cause I'm already someone else's baby
I remember we came in May
And we changed our names to Lana and Ray
We’d be up ‘til the sun rosé
I’m in gold lame
Your pink floral hay
Driving in your mercury down to Waimea
Driving in your mercury
“Lips of honey, eyes of fire.”
— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”
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