99 back to a place to see the man
to see his face
a rush of blue, my darkened days took into mind,
by whapped, my brace.
By sea, the king, came over, rain
was tipping, his hair winding
winding in and down to see the sun in crown
again
what a let down.
take me, home, back to the 1999th year
no 1960, the bliss
you and me reunited by a wax stain
and essence of freedom.
Feeling old,
winding down.
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