Like playing it over and over on a tape recorder that automatically flips
The only cassette for children learning piano
Like walking down a long, old dirt road
A tired traveler who occasionally looks back
Like pointing a quill at a scroll
Dante's "Divine Comedy"
Like being discarded in the corner and once stained with
owner tears shabby doll
But who can see that love is still shining faintly in the dust
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