I'm standing by the John Keats statue,
Thinking if only he had eyes,
The sights he would have seen,
Since dark evolving times,
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You stay in your box,
I'm fine out here,
Watching you trapped going in circles,
Then telling your friends I'm strange to reassure
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It's only time that can take you off,
off of my mind.
Lonely times with a cigarette,
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Work becomes an institution,
Home becomes a grave,
Chaos treat me fairly,
Be my friend.
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The truth it can be fatal,
But only if you've sinned.
Ask the upper class,
Who put lifetimes in a bin.
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I'm welcomed by security,
'Why are you here'
I show my book,
They let me pass,
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To my love on her birthday and every other day of time.
Patricia da silva,11/03/12
With your seagull like eyes
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