If I show up at your office
unannounced: no appointment
You'll not be moved in the slightest
by my bitter disappointment
sure as hell it will not loosen
even one string on your purse
sure enough I say it was you only
Set on me the terrible curse
More than a quarter of my life
given to the book of days
You say I made it up myself
I say you have your ways
though time grows ever swifter
I can't see beyond the curse's scope
and I must, so I suppose
look elsewhere for my hope
what
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