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Lomo (Klimt 1918)

Just a dawning of a new day Morning through his stained sheets Someone lies in a poster Oh, he shows no repentance Skinny boy undercover Caught in his finer years Slit of light shines his fingers Takes in view his lonely mouth A glimpse of joy Fron the small things of his life Waiting to succomb another day A pill of bliss A trail of sun between their harms Standin' here for my last photograph In the deafness of his silence Dust moves in a empty space, its secret is safe, He heals the wounds to make they cry again Looking the hole in the grey floor He licks his wounds secretly He used to lose all ambitions Floating through the waves of past Pictures clothes, memories that hold him far away Not a sunday comes in sorrow Failure makes a common day Who has no grace Loves the small things of his life There's no world but this one today With tired eyes We have passed through this night Standin' here for our last photograph