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Silver Apples

It was very late last night I sat at the radio
Dialing from left to right
Why I do not know
I heard a man in a voice low
And sweet with circumspection
Say innocent listener don't you know
The flame is its own reflection
The flame is its own reflection
He turned me on off I turned him
We tuned out all direction
I sat alone my head a swim
The flame is its own reflection!
The flame is its own reflection!
The universe is naught but sound