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We have never/ had sex/ in a car/ or a train/
We have never/ made love/ on an aeroplane/
We’ve had sex/ in the shower/, for less/ than an hour/
We washed/ away pain./
We have/ always made/ love in the sun/, the wind,/
On white/, snow-capped slopes/ amidst/ the pouring rain/
We didn’t care/ for a bed/, we did not mind/
We were/ swept away./
In a moment/ of pleasure...
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