Where have you been?

Where have you been?

There lies fin where a thousand stakes at hold;

And stand alone this borderline, then why be bold?

Why why gather the feathers of gold?

Since there exists no gatsby there lies haven to hold.

Since there exists no gatsby there lies heaven to hold.

Fingers the nails and nails the tooth;

And all nights spent in a cubicle or spent in a booth.

My lady, tell me where have you been;

And hiding truths never you so very keen.

You smell so different, you look prettier these days;

The colors and shades look so more glazed;

The colors and shades look so more than glazed.

You smell so different, you look prettier these days;

Like the glittering gold, the beloved sunrays sunrays;

With you, there are so many Sundays;

With you, there are so many Sundays.

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