#1
I wrote this quite a while ago and just found it again. There are parts I think are good, parts I think are shit, but I thought I'd get some other opinions before I tried to redraft it.

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Readin’ yesterdays papers horoscopes
The ragged-trousered preacher spoke
With a silver tongue and a heart made out of gold
His words, echoing like lullabies
But he stalls, he just can’t say goodbye
As he stumbles on the other side of the road

And though he may be in a bind
It’s not a matter of his state of mind
It’s just that he couldn’t find
The sanctuary he left behind

Gypsy woman with her eyes so tough
Invites me to find the diamond in the rough
But it’s hidden until the moon comes to shine again
Her placebos and her ancient charms
May not do me any harm
But will they help me fight off the rain?

And though she may be in a bind
It’s not a matter of her state of mind
It’s just that she couldn’t find
The sanctuary she left behind

Toothless wise man with his books and cups
Waiting for anything to come up
Anything to drag him out of his rut
But everybody has just had enough
And nobody is willing to test their luck
With the philosopher mind with no guarantees

And though he may be in a bind
It’s not a matter of his state of mind
It’s just that he couldn’t find
The sanctuary he left behind
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#2
Hey man, just to let you know the rules have changed regarding putting things like (C4C) in the titles, I.e. Now you're not allowed, I removed it this time, save closing it.

peACE
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.