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I walk town to town

Once again on my own

I hum to myself

The nameless tune

The human sound

The three note song;

Low high middle

(On the Nashville number scale

One, four, two)

I dream of a home

Where

On the wall, my dancing shoes hang

My hearth filled with ash

Like cremated bone

Low high middle

I hum to myself the nameless tune

There are times

Between the dancing

And the weeping

When the world around me

watches me in curiosity

And I watch back, amused

There are times

Between the dancing

And the weeping

When sitting with myself

Is like being with a friend

I walk town to town

And a silly thought takes me

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang

Not with a whimper

Not at all, I think

I walk town to town