Do you know what is like to be
just a dust on the lonely shelf,
with all these pictures left on it;
with vanished colours... thrown away?
Do you know all of the ways I feel,
when know that all is bad?
I'm just a speck of dust, who see
the best ones from... so far.
I proved that all I tried before,
was only burned in painful fault.
You don't know my scores and goals,
because I haven't got at all. ...
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