.Six o'clock, it's nearly dark
Kicking leaves up in the park
My hands in pockets by the green
Wishing that my nails were clean
I lean my back against a tree
A black bird sits and stares at me
Reflected in his dark black eye
The legacy of all my eyes... Now
Upstairs in the .
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