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Pure HeatThe wind from the north, flattens the yellow cornYou come into the house, with your dress torn I can see you now, as though through a screen A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene Your hair hangs down, over me Your hair casts a shadow to cover me I can see you now, as though through a screen A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene And the wind from the north, cools me The wind from the north, doesn't fool me I can see you now, as though through a screen A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene |