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Lonliness

The lingering futility

The sad sad song

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Watching strangers play

Games of make believe

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The handsome prophet walks away

Tries to find you in pure solitude

Among the ****** we serenade

Amongst the visions real and unreal

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Oh so CONCRETE

(Our soliloquies )

RIGID IMMOBILE

MOMENTS

(Movements of pain)

Movements of pain but we go free

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Lonely

His song lingers

I am born

In the wild of a sultry San Francisco evening

Under the stars

They hang in the sky for a little while

Then a mushroom cloud and they are gone