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  • He went incognito in Spoleto
    And he toured the Yucatan
    The little torches on the beaches
    Led him down to Cop’Caban’

    The women on the beaches
    Tied him up in blue sarongs
    The women on the beaches
    Wanted him to come along

    The Sugarloaf was melting
    And Christ he dropped his arms
    The women on the beaches
    Looked up in great alarm

    They asked if he could save them
    From the trials they would endure
    They asked if in his country
    There might be some kind of cure

    But seeing nothing in his eyes
    But the travels he had known
    The women on the beaches
    They left him all alone

    There once had been a woman
    For whom he cared a lot
    One woman who in his eyes
    Had all that they had not

    But he left her for the kind of life
    He thought a man should have
    He left her for the kind of life
    Described by Nabokov

    He went incognito in Spoleto
    And he toured the Yucatan
    The little torches on the beaches
    Led him down to Cop’Caban’

    2005
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