I hear some measure love with occasions
of hate,
So hear me say now that I can not
relate.
I don't measure music by absence of
beats.
I don't call a thing cold 'cause I'm
sure it has heat.
How to keep a thing that big, that
dark, silent?
A man lesser than me might well end up
violent.
I'm sure it's one of many paths to
dysfunctionality
and no way at all to be happy.
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