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Shoes of Sadness Wearing a coat of hatred, clothes of anger, shoes of sadness, I walk past the old gray house. Eyes to the ground, not even taking a glance towards the window where you sit. Watching the world from your throne. Your kingdom, confined betwen the four walls and the walls of your limited mind. "Yes, your Majesty." I used to be able to go to that place, where you would always be, where we would sit and talk. Now when I go, I sit alone. |
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