May 2014
he sits alone
he rests alone
asleep alone
awake alone
dancing to tunes
with a fiddle only he can play
he plays all the hits
just like a game
your move, world
I'm still here
he rests alone
asleep alone
awake alone
dancing to tunes
with a fiddle only he can play
he plays all the hits
just like a game
your move, world
I'm still here
about my mirror
(CA)
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