WITHOUT RECOMPENSE
I am sniveling here, and without a snorkel
underwater. 'Tom, Tom, did you have a
fight?' It's a plain boat on rococo waters.
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There's nothing I can do - they've stolen
all my goods and taken all my means. This
cabinet, once filled with riches, is now
quite empty.
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I didn't have any new time on my hand, so
couldn't fight back either, and wouldn't have
anyway. 'So why did they do this?' I never
really knew. I never found out. A plain
boy, on rococo waters.
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