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My Last LP
Been in the rain,
stood by the flood,
Rode the last train
long through the mud.
Sang one more song
that set me free;
Still don't belong
in memory.
Can walk alone
under a mask,
Carry on loan
all that they ask,
Then pay the price
for what is owed,
Going through twice
all things untold.
Still she sings sweet
on morning's rise,
With voice complete
and blinded eyes.
Tomorrow's come
from high on throne,
When the day's done
and songbird's flown.
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