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Fat guy meets light.
In a small room, there lies a husky man
Staring at the wall with a flower in his hand.
The room's so dark, so he can't quite see,
and when the sun won't rise, the birds won't sing.
This poor man is very, very sad
nothing in life, is all he ever had
Sitting in home all day, he gets a pale complection
What a poor man, with no love, no aesthetic perception.
Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the golden orb will finally fly.
Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the night will finally die.
Oh, not for this man, not in this life.
The sun won't rise, and art won't survive.
This world is forever black,
nothing will ever get the sun coming back.
So it's head first to heaven.
In a small room there lies a husky man
starting at the wall, with a rope in his hand
the rooms so dark, so he can't quite see,
But this night's the night, when he'll finally be free.
(not done maybe?)
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