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I'm No Bum I hear no chimes blowing in the wind, Only sounds of distant thunder. The cool breeze passes over my head, Hot concrete beneath my feet. A bag is my suitcase, Minus toothbrush, soap and a comb. Wish me not upon a star, The earth is not my home. I come from a world of pretend, A world where I used to be. I live in the state of yesterday and today, Where I am there is no tomorrow. So go about your business, Feed me not from your table. I’ll work for my food, And drink when I am able. Though I’ve lost my will to live, I’ve committed no mortal sin. As night falls and raindrops surround me, I hear no chimes blowing in the wind. |
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