mistakes are
my life I’ve made a few oh well, must get on get things done stain the silence with my words my best years have fled perhaps there was a time when I was happy I must have been happy in her arms yes, I must have been happy in her arms
I’d better do
something while I still have the
fire maybe a fire or embers still to fan or will I brood in my stinking lair? and feel her absence and feel her near? every man hefts a cross until he eventually dies or he disappears I might find it funny but I don’t do funny not in this place no, not in here
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