.Meet me on the edges of the city,
Meet me where the underground runs out.
Bring a picnic blanket and your pity.
A pen and paper so I can write things down.
Mother, oh dear mother, I wasn't joking when I said,
That I plan to keep doing this until the day I'm dead.
And I'm not a mirr.
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