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2/15/2012 8:18 am Last Read: |
I have a flask but I do not have a wine I have a suit but I do not have a dime Oh pity me Garuda I don't where to begin I had a love and she called me Valentine I walk alone on streets below these peaks Of stone that block the sky My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped The rarest ever damselfly Oh pity me Garuda And turn my hands into wings I'm coming back to the station I am due My eyes are small and dark My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast I fly above the earth for what it's worth I search for love lost in the past |
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