A thousand cigarette dreams are smoken
And all the fragile jewel thieves a-broken
Idiot seeds and true melancholy will win you through
Unable to think freely, ruled prayers beholden
Somebody calls you and asks you to hold them
Think just how lucky you are beneath the gaslight blue
Unnerving, unswerving untold resolution
Fits you quickly and calls out your retribution
The leaves have not yet reached the trees of which you so boldly speak
Black, brass filled bass notes and high thoughts, begotten
Of all those miseries after a lifetime smitten
Bugs have bitten and leak from the seas of which you have so clearly seen
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