That’s all I got for you,
A finger pointed at the sun,
A year without summer,
A place where poets are getting coached
A time when they are silenced and bored –
And by the way you have a piece of
Toilet paper stuck to your chin –
I am your friend, remember that,
It’s the time we live in which is cruel,
It’s you who didn’t believe in me.

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