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With many a pleasant hour, I dine and find it sour. colors are dim and the light is always 'round the rim. Schooling is suicide nd thus why I hide. Waiting for your swift return until then the cigarette burns. It has been too long since our love, it freezes me and shoves. Take off the lying wings, take off the glittering things. Show me the trust and I shall show you the lasting rust. Before you the night was but too light. Now the sun is the great heir...