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Twilight on my lazing brain seeks for warmth & cools my veins floating breath in freezing throat times in black shirt, pants & coat Nothing did change - what do you think about my part what made that change on you - do you think our future's through? Harming tunes to December rain creatures that feature their actual pain graveyards crowded with souls in a loss of jolly good friend Roll that golden sunny way on which thou ought to touch the bow feed the trees you'd never let grow leave to seek the world a new Three trombones that'll hitchhike home blow black men's blood among the pale daylight fades out the scene too fast time for laughter jokes & loves