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He talks because he can
Sits at the front and says
This is so and this is that
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
My eyes close in agitated remembrance
His paparazzi starts in
Asks stutters slurs then stops
Wants me to cave in to their questioning
But I'm content to be
Alone with my thoughts
Even I could never play the part
Of Hamlet
He talks because he can
Sits at the front and says
This is so and this is that
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
My eyes close in agitated remembrance
His paparazzi starts in
Asks stutters slurs then stops
Wants me to cave in to their questioning
But I'm content to be
Alone with my thoughts
Even I could never play the part
Of Hamlet
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