The Laughing Man
The laughing man won’t
let me remember your name
It’s a old dream
The hand searches for
colour
The laughing man keeps
moving
He stops, to let me
catch-up, then laughing, he moves on
Into a dark alley, he
wants me to follow
The further I go, the
darker it gets, then the laughter stops
He will wait again for
me tonight
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