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Gone Down
So this is what I get:
the well-meant lies,
the booby-prize.
And this is what I feel:
an empty hole,
the sun burned cold.
Now this is how it goes:
the sky comes down,
the wild wind blows.
the well-meant lies,
the booby-prize.
And this is what I feel:
an empty hole,
the sun burned cold.
Now this is how it goes:
the sky comes down,
the wild wind blows.
Published 27th May 2012
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