Let My Gust of Wind Lift Up Heels

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Let my gust of wind lift up heels
Knock knocking on the rough cement
The black dresses drag to the stone
Pale faces, solemn eyes droop as low

Ghost of the crowd stand satisfied
He who realized the scam of life
To live is to never think the truth
Born alive is a desired joke

To poke fun at this one
This one ghost of the crowd
Standing tall, knowledge of all
This ghostly man is I





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