The stains upon the window were everlasting
The dirt stained like a scar upon skin
My sorrows were forever
And are starting to begin
Again
The touch of rain upon the face
Walking evermore in the shadow
We will never find our own place
On this ground, forever hallowed
Poets die and writers fade
But billionaires have it made
Remember, if anything more
Only you can remember them
Lock and Key
Set and stone
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