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newlondonfog
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a ballad of loss set in a quaint polish town
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i felt two hands on my shoulder but
they were never really there
to think that i would be here today
sitting in the same place
no one’s ever really there
for i’ve looked everywhere
we’re here in your home
people are always late
you’re always late
the time is always late
seasons are changing late
a withered coronarium
you’re melted now, a mess on my floor
after this book, our days end
will we return to your door?
we were never really there
to think that i would be here today
sitting in the same place
no, you’re never really there
i know you’ve looked everywhere
but we’re here in your home