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and somewhere alfie smiles
I used to have a hamster tree
and the man with the golden gun
lily is dancing on the table
the room of the banished poet
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Mood:
hangmeuporwearmeout

It isn't what you think.
But I don't know what to say.
I want to tell you everything,
But thoughts get in the way.

Tomorrow will be different, I'm trying to have faith.

These words seem hollow.


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