THE MUSIC POUNDING,
THE MUSIC POUNDING,
IN MY HEAD.
THE LIGHTS ARE BLINDING,
THE LIGHTS ARE BLINGING,
MY EYES AGAIN.
THERES GOT TO BE A KEY
TO THIS STORM,
THERE GOT TO BE A KEY TO
THIS DOOR.
SO FOR NOW ILL POP SOME
PILLS, AND GO TO BED.........
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I would like to translate this poem
SAD CHRONOLOGY OF THE TRUE DARKSIDE OF LIFE...THIS COULD BE A FITZ EASAILY INCLUDED IN THE FITZ COLLECTION, YES...N.O.? ..GOOD WRITE....''''''''''''''FRANK