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When I was Walt Whitman
Boy
You should've seen me
Lying on the rocks, gazing at the sea
When I was Walt Whitman
Boy
You should've fucking seen me
The words, they wrote themselves
Letters jumped around
I just sat on my ass in a pretty [?] town [?]
I was Walt Whitman boy...
Say old school...
I ain't going down with you
You sail away
Frozen [?]
I [?]
In the end, in thе end
Sun shieldednеss
Upon which we depend
Yeah I dream and lean in hard
Make my way
In the god's cloudless cosmos
And all things whole
And old loves and
[?]
Thinking like a mountain
Laying outlaw [?]
Reflected in the ocean
You say you're old school
[?]
I ain't going down with you
You sail away
Frozen [?]
I [?] you no more
Passion for myself
Repeating
Repeating these tiny fragments
Over and so on and so forth...
When I was Walt Whitman
Boy you should've seen me
I was lying on the rocks, gazing at the sea
The words, they wrote themselves
You say you're old school
Like I knew this
I ain't going down with you
You sail away
Frozen gold [?]
I [?] you [?] no more