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Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures
Where did you go?
Now I remember what he told me that time
Falling from my bike, scraping my knee:
"If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine,
So no one sees"
I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"
See little boy hiding amongst shadows
Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain
From the storms predicted by the Tarot:
Pray for the rain
I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"
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