Oh longing, loneliness and despair! I’m a prisoner of the present In moments of tribulation we share our suffering,
As we might share a glass of tea The hidden love I feel for that radiant face Lightens my melancholy and loneliness I go and see my friends The smoke speaks to me And my thoughts tell me tales
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