"Story of A Lonesome Tree"

There will be a lot of debt on my part.

Yet look, like this blue Punjabi

Some delicate love, running on my mind all day long.

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Dissatisfied sad boys don't know how to laugh when it is needed.

But look at me,

I'm laughing like a 101 years old botanist,

I'm laughing like a joker poured my heart,

I'm laughing like it was raining.

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Some distant memories do not accept the song of mourning.

Think for yourself,

When the last time someone knocked you?

How many fingers touch the forehead to measure your fever?

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So am I!

I'm so drawn to the dream.

There is no hiding in the mystery.

There may be some debt on my part,

I know that

Still running in the rainy porch,

And my masks don't cover me at all.