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Loudly I imagine on the day you left
The shrill voice, random hatred of all the things that bounce
To sell this awkward diary I still steal my pieces
I blew in on a faint breeze
And stuck around like a nervous ghost
Nobody, not even rain
Has such small hand
You're gone, fated to wander
A dismal part of the universe
And I'm exiled to live in a hovel
In a swamp filled with surly lizards
A walking pile of ashes
With few incredible memories
Nobody, not even rain
Has such small hand
