I lived in solitude
Gushing up the dreams with the guffaw
The tinsel town was my place named
Having all the deeds of heaven
Where every reverie was true
Ritzy was the sky and not blue
There I lived in solace and death came naturally
Now I stare at that town
Wearing my pale and moron death gown
O what a place shall be missed
Gushing up the dreams with the guffaw
The tinsel town was my place named
Having all the deeds of heaven
Where every reverie was true
Ritzy was the sky and not blue
There I lived in solace and death came naturally
Now I stare at that town
Wearing my pale and moron death gown
O what a place shall be missed
I wept this morning as I am buried down
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