Somewhere in the midst of a paddy
there lies a castle of Maddy
he likes to live alone
far from frowns of the town
sees the dusk from far
enjoys the dawn with desire
out of the system he stands
like a lighthouse in the Mediterraneans
If asked, 'how do you do son? '
DO NOT DISTURB, I'm in a world of my own! !
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