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tattered clothesA man draped in
tattered clothes
A man draped in tattered clothes
By the roadside,
A man struck by a lightning, killing him,
Keeping his fortune beside-
That's not me, I am someone else-
A man draped in a cocoon of memories,
Struck by a heart that didn’t abide-
And the call of love, the call that
Never struck her heart.
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