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Tired
I’ll wash my brain and dirt my feet,
I’ll dance in mud and skirt packed streets,
I’ll live and die before my hair turns gray.
I said before I settled down,
pretended love and hid my frown,
and wrinkled up to die of cold old age.
I’ll dance in mud and skirt packed streets,
I’ll live and die before my hair turns gray.
I said before I settled down,
pretended love and hid my frown,
and wrinkled up to die of cold old age.
Published 25th Jan 2014
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