
Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost Lights are on the lamp still shining those shelves— empty Books all gone Who’s the liar who’s the beggar who’s the thief— This empty soul Feeling homesick all stranded left the building keys inside it— no way back He’s now so lost He’s got talent he’s a genius such smoked mirage— portrait, Pawn
Wonderful, wonderful 💜
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