Alone? Not really, I'm more of a drifter.
I'd get places and to friends faster if my earth car worked,
But it's not quite that viscous.
I can't believe I'm being asked all of these inconsiderate things!
Like when I do my loving in the winter and that Ukrainian Sorcerer (Or Russian, I don't even know what they think they are anymore) led me on.
I thought she liked me,
But I was wrong.
And now where is she?
Going where all sorcerers of any descent go.
As for me?
Well I've moved on and I hope I get into something good.
Sure it doesn't look good on paper.
But that's the life of a troubadour...
Blackened, without, content.
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