Thinking Of You
A new pale morning arranges
My little deeds to proceed
I’ve come to the shopping of ages
I’m lost in a huge dying breed
I pick up my things, pay them off
Go home, fall on my Cooper bed
Stare at the ceiling to see you, love
But it’s just chandelier instead
Its transparent pendants reflect
The pale light of day outside
This light is the main thing I get
Thinking of you, while you hide..
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