O Kimberly the train is moving
            no one believes it I do not want
       To believe it
I want it to retain
                        returning
          The distance is filling up between
                                          kisses and shadows
In the Houdini acquarium
                              that is this world

AT THIS HOUR

Filling up with Timothy Baum's tears
            and Ted Jeans' memories
                 The paper of the calender page is
    just folding it's hands
                             to pray
 
 
 
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