When it's nineWhen it’s nine nothing works
For when it’s nine it all bursts Not the flowers but the pain Not the remedy but the hail The unfrozen me gets to be cold And young me gets to be old When I walk past the road nine All the fallen clouds rise All the unspoken words are heard And all the mistaken emotions are felt For when I walk this nine I shall skip an important mine A precious gem thrown away A forgotten memory in the way They all seem like trivial matters For that skipping nine is all that matters
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