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the riverside of twisted roots
and mattresses and shoes
can only hold you for so long
you’ve done bucolic blues
there is a new old life ahead
i see you waltzing through those louvre doors
your life is not quite over yet
i know i will see you downtown...
…where melodramas
never quite desist
a party’s happening somewhere
and you never could resist
a tried and tested life’s ahead
i see you marching through an open door
if life is not quite over yet
i know i will see you some time...
…but only if you’re done with twigs and stones
they only held me for so long
and now i’m going home
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