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You've seen a lot of things for which I'd give my eyes
Now ears are sick to death with talk. I'm loathed to analyse
The ins and outs
And the shortfalls
Of my latest testament
That was then
And this is now
And someone has to pay the rent
“Have you a match" he asked “that I might set a-light
These manuscripts and canvases that document my life”
Do you remember laughter? Well
I wish I could somehow forget
Hold on whilst the flames consume
Another hapless victim left
To die
Pathos. You brought this storm so you must hear out
A weary stoned protagonist; know not what it's about
For it was not
So out of mind
That I should breathe fresh air again
Harder to judge
Even describe
The ship that wrecked far greater men
Than I

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