Night rain I walk the beat up streetsAutumn mud Has marred my walking tranceI see each one They all seem gladAnd no one here Seems old or gray Back to work I find my tools droppedI spin and polish Then take a rooftop glanceWhat kind of …
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Night rain I walk the beat up streetsAutumn mud Has marred my walking tranceI see each one They all seem gladAnd no one here Seems old or gray Back to work I find my tools droppedI spin and polish Then take a rooftop glanceWhat kind of …
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