Was it the stars that got trapped in glass jars?
The old man who lost to the sea?
The jam that got jealous of the peanut butter?
The hide that couldn't be seek?
I have known melancholiness because it has always been with me.
The speakers that couldn't speak for themselves,
the brownies that were black instead of brown.
The sour milk that were made to be sour,
the compasses that got dizzy spinning round.
Fear not my friend, for you are not alone.
The singalong was always a one-sided tune.
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