Large garage and parking place
For private machines we don't have
I think I'd know upon
All that the media have elaborated
We have seized the ghost
With that tenacity and stamina
An extra-conventional cult
And learn in understatement
Where I normally keep
When and where, where and when
On the pipes below the case
You have rejoiced it
In wands and golden wreath
A further understatement in language
No reason for a letter
No wonder to the righteous
Where and when, when and where
I don't want to be judge
Surely you can't say
Where I started a discussion
I stubbed out my cigarette
And that time I didn't start to talk
And gave it back to the artist
It was my grandma that was so close
A communicator in the known
The drop running down
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