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          01: BLACKTHOUGHTS

Here I am there’s nothing I can see
Nothing to hold or buoy me
Is it a gift? Or just a curse…..

First thing I remember as a child
Amazing moonwalk in black and white
They wouldn’t touch me afraid they’d see

I will never know who gave me my name

Where I was born, if I’m alone
I want an answer only one, is there a difference?

Here I am there’s nothing I can say
I’m deep in blackthought
My name is Walter, fifty years old
And sinking under

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