When I left the underground station
Night had fallen
A dignified flower-seller
Gave me a red pencil
Topped with a plastic seagull
I forgave her immediately
And we began speaking of earthworms
When I left the underground station
Night had fallen
A dignified flower-seller
Gave me a red pencil
Topped with a plastic seagull
I forgave her immediately
And we began speaking of earthworms