Lonesomeness is like another dimension,
Like a carnival forgotten in the woods, while not
Far off all the fairytales are smoking on their break:
And you are there,
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but some people still live in
Africa,
Indeed we do, but our problems are all the same: blighted love, broken hearts, we to tidy shrines of lost causes.
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but some people still live in Africa, Indeed we do, but our problems are all the same: blighted love, broken hearts, we to tidy shrines of lost causes.