I dance for The Dead
In the fall leaves
Alive is the wind
And wet sidewalks
Bring acid dreams
I dance along the wall
An empty park
November warm or cool
It's undecided
I'm undecided
As to whether I'm old
Or young, mad or sane
I like the rain
And I like when it stops
Crippled dreams
Orange cream pops
Coca cola
Where did you go?
Where am I going?
With or without you
The city is the same
The rain is still game
And squirrels are gathering
A police car rolls by
I look at the sky
Smile and sigh
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