Somewhere in this lake there's a song
But it's too expensive; I can't afford it.
If I throw enough stones in,
Will you sing it to me?
America's no good; this water's too shiny.
What did you say your name was?
You live alone?
Me too -- I live with some --
Alone, me too.
I've been here a while. Long enough.
Are you going to sing, or what?
Whatever's in your head --
Doesn't matter, just sing.
[Dedicated to my friend Jimmy, who might or might not have PTSD]
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