Ooooo...
I stood on the bridge but I could not see
Stood
Walk into my room
Ask me jerky questions
Don't mean what you
Ho!
Out of the troubled waters
Out of the swirling gloom
We may
Chairs next to the windows
Carpets touch the walls
Time slides through
When you are young
They kick you in the head
And when
Every raw material at hand
Remember all the things you said
Then she says
Why mince moats
If you feel like a patient,
Why
There was once a special book
It got changed by facist
Down with history
Down with sense
Nothing makes much difference
I'll surrender t
It's not just a blink
Or the following of an arm
And
Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dream
But all
This is not a photograph - no
(This is not
The face at the window
The features I know
I try to
I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too
A dancing fool, jiggle
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