Do you look out on the day sometimes
And it all is very hard?
Shadows steal into your mind
And they trespass across your yard
As things return into the ground
Growing old their only crime
Everytime I turn around
I see you for the very first time
Shadows that can hardly breathe
In the closeness of their commune
Exchanging dollars and dimes
Beneath the invisible stars of the noon
All things, even the good things
Cast their shadows
Leave their stain
In the back room
There are virgins moaning
But is it in pleasure?
Or is it in pain?
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