I Thought I Understood
The Underground Youth
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This evil which we all have by birth
This charm inherited by chance
Washed in the artificial light
Spilled down from the ornate
From the ornate antique lamp
I thought I understood your yearning
For it looked, it looked identical to mine
I thought I understood your yearning
But you were yearning, yearning for another time
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Dried flowers hang dead from the gallows
The nails in the walls of your room
Charcoal sketches they lie naked
Across the pages, the pages of a novel torn in two
I thought I understood your yearning
For it looked, it looked identical to mine
I thought I understood your yearning
But you were yearning, yearning for another time
