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Mercedes Diesel
(1)
‘I was dreaming of a black
Mercedes in the shade of a big tree. I
think I was dreaming about life.’
Mercedes Diesel,
back in someone's dreaming trees —
life's picture of ‘life.’
(2)
Yield unto the willow
all the loathing
of your heart.
(Onitsura, tr. Blyth)
Aye, pour out loathing,
willow tree, willow tree, ah,
Mercedes Diesel!
(3)
Mercedes Diesel,
when I see you in the night
I think of that song —
A black Mercedes, it's got
nothing to say. Streetlight time.
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