We hear what we have seen we have seen what we have heard in all excitement bewilderment, the streets are bare and desolate what is it that I have done how did I come sober and thick almong them Kathleen, Jessica and Alex with one gently you could imagine engage my private heart there is rain I stumble through a foreign country making gestures you no longer remember the business my goings on, you are gone but nevermind when you wake up they will know there was more to it the death will be unknown.
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