The soul lives in strange dusty spaces
The pauses between thoughts
The hesitation before a song
The realization before the ring and the garland
The regret before a wrong
In such a storeroom of sorrow
On memories’ forgotten shelves
I kept a key once long ago
The key to my unknown self
Perhaps that key is finally lost
And lost my soul with it
Perhaps that key is finally found
And hangs on leather band
With cactus and bells and broken shells
Jingling-jangling in your hands...
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