I think about the man across the street

‎I think about the man across the street

‎Who's lone doing for ends meet

‎And stuck up was the man for joys

‎A lonely man could never have

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‎Dawns on me

‎Whenever the day is done

‎How does one feel

‎To be stuck in one's old memory

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‎I think of the last years

‎He took a car

‎Down to the south

‎I felt his soul seal with mine

‎My tears begin to fall

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‎Bizzare are the thoughts that appear

‎As quiet but gentle are moments

‎Watching someone in those softening times

‎Fade away like haze

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