David BowieColumbine

Columbine my frail designI see you see me standing on my ownIs it you that I’m walking throughShould I retrace my point of viewI’m left in clouded dreams of finding whoNot columbineJust incase you’re my disguiseI found yourself to my surpriseI’m on the groundAnd it’s harlequin who fix me upWho catches youWho wanishes meFrom finding whoYou are
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