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Sitting in the cold, like a bottle in the sea, I grow stiff Kicking a faded rose Words couple in my head, and give birth To sickening fragrances Children cross the street The stinckbomb rushes on me I’m old, I’m cold Scarcely feel alive Everyone talks so loud If I was so bold I would shout abuse At everybody’s round Broken away from everyday’s hurry, I soften Roaming around the street Sleeplessnesses couple in my body, to create A deformed sensitiveness Children cross the street The stinkbomb rushes on me I’m old, I’m cold Scarcely feel alive If I was so bold I would shout abuse At everybody’s round.