Prostitute (1994)
		All in the golden afternoon
!		(Lewis Carrol - Gold/Lloyd/Echolette/Bloss)

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		All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
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		For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
		While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide
		Our wanderings to guide
		Ah, Cruel Three! in such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
		To beg a tale of breath too weak  to stir the tiniest feather
		Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together
		Against three tongues together
		Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue
		The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new
		In friendly chat with bird or beast - and half believe it true
		And half believe it true
		And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
		And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by
		"The next time - it is next time" the happy voices cry!
		The happy voices cry!
		Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one
		It's quaint events were hammered out - and now the tale is done
		And home we steer
		A merry crew
		Beneath the setting sun.