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when
Man on the corner
mane on his face, growl in his eyes
"Would you say a quarter a day
is an honest way to live
if you've earned it, sir?"
Tie suited perfectly to his neck
clean shave, twisting silver watch
Closing his eyes as he walked by
the wind catches his breath
And he walked
Man on the corner
shifts to a sky
bluer than his son's eyes
"If a picture is worth a thousands
words, what do you see
when you look at me?"
Scarf redder than her lips
a small purse at her hips, swinging
Closing her eyes as she walks by
the wind catches her breath
And she went
He could see two trees in the distance
before they hit the ground
mane on his face, growl in his eyes
"Would you say a quarter a day
is an honest way to live
if you've earned it, sir?"
Tie suited perfectly to his neck
clean shave, twisting silver watch
Closing his eyes as he walked by
the wind catches his breath
And he walked
Man on the corner
shifts to a sky
bluer than his son's eyes
"If a picture is worth a thousands
words, what do you see
when you look at me?"
Scarf redder than her lips
a small purse at her hips, swinging
Closing her eyes as she walks by
the wind catches her breath
And she went
He could see two trees in the distance
before they hit the ground
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