There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Nothing to Share, Nothing to Fear, I was in solitary confinement, Should all this have to happen to me, I was stranded in the darkest gaps, Alone without anyone who cares, I'm better off dead than alive.
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