my bed 2 A.M.
the silence my friend
is another dull tone on the line
and slowly the moon
sings another pale tune
and already already i am fine
in the dust far behind me
lies the salt of your tears
in the blue sea before me
lies the waste of my years
i thought once i'd make it
but now i know clear
that nothing will ever be mine
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