look up look down you look all around
awake me now to return the sound
no percussive tones or raspy sounds
just the numb of being a clown
looking back how eyes did glimmer
the warmth within every shimmer
but now the lights a little dimmer
crawling back to where I whimper
per each second passing I feel better
her eyes caught mine and shaped the letter
leave my life with nor regret or remorse
but I feel now it took its natural course
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