An absent puff,
I warmed myself,
With an usual bluff,
Clothes from the shelf,
And a masking slough,
I can never be an elf.
The sky in gray,
But it will never rain,
My heart weigh,
Along in this lane,
So much lies to convey,
I just have to walk again.
A thousand birds flew,
Above my demented thoughts,
The sky never turn blue,
So I asked the clouds,
My feelings and me,
Who is a better liar?
I warmed myself,
With an usual bluff,
Clothes from the shelf,
And a masking slough,
I can never be an elf.
The sky in gray,
But it will never rain,
My heart weigh,
Along in this lane,
So much lies to convey,
I just have to walk again.
A thousand birds flew,
Above my demented thoughts,
The sky never turn blue,
So I asked the clouds,
My feelings and me,
Who is a better liar?
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