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I sit alone at midnight in a steel diner
There is a cook, a waitress, and an old whiner
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Follies of egotistical youth we cannot deny.
Caustic brutality of our lost childhood, and
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With quintessential eulogy each of us says goodbye to yesterday,
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If I could find a way to crystallise time
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Sunshine is forgotten in the twilight of this creation
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Thankyou m'lady for waiting...
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Rage! my beautiful friend how you slip so easily
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I was smoking my soul in an hourglass
as its intricate sand flowed to sea
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Vision slid away from crimson bloom.
Angels swore, "Fuck Confession
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Your angelic grace speaks
to my wearied spirit
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