the constant shuffle
the beggar's bid
listen closely now
for Gg still lives
he wanders the streets
til dawn and til dusk
he wonders why
the city is in muck
he looks to the ground
then back up again
the silence is deafening
one ear is at fault
Gg will return
i promise you or not
find your own guide
til eternity, at the front
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