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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