good morning
what's got in to you
the world is
when the blues came today
i felt some decay
in
i'm conscious of you now
conscious although faintly
i'm conscious
A single flower from beauty’s bower
Is all I wish to
You know I love you but I can't see how
I'm surrounded by despicable culture
It influences everything I do
teacher teachers ought to do us a favour
not sure we
Since I left I’ve been drifting through some distant space
A
I’m leaving this garden
So delicate
What can I offer it?
Everything’s how it’s supposed to be
In my warm cigarette room
Every
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