Full of scratches
I have put on two specs
Here in this mortuary
I overdo the Joker
Death in coins
The conductor flicks his tickets
There is wind down there
My nose is red now
Black heads removed
The light from Victoria flashes
One last time
I remove my specs
Too little to see in this dark
The cave with tentacles
Needing paper to breathe
My nose is red now...
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