He was beautiful
I don’t know who he was
Long black hair
The knowledge the kindness
I wanted him to stay
In the house
But he left and went back to the island
When was it?
A different time
Vancouver had become Japan
How strange to see Tokyo
PMing Edo
In the wrong place
But he was gone and I continued
They were good songs
The tears that fell
Burn in hell false god.
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