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Sad man Chain smoking cigarettes and gazing longingly at deep, clear blue water, Why are you so tortured inside? I feel your pain, your anguish your desire burning to get out and fly along the breeze of dusky clouds. But, it's better, I've learned, to walk around, explore and be HAPPY. Maybe that's why you've departed from your lonely poolside table. Or maybe you need another smoke.
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Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
Notes from a pool in Paris.
Sad man Chain smoking cigarettes and gazing longingly at deep, clear blue water, Why are you so tortured inside? I feel your pain, your anguish your desire burning to get out and fly along the breeze of dusky clouds. But, it's better, I've learned, to walk around, explore and be HAPPY. Maybe that's why you've departed from your lonely poolside table. Or maybe you need another smoke.
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Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
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