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Unsung: how it was, you died Unsung: how it was, you died

A young grasshopper lands on the paper, I was writing upon,

Coming from the dark― Coming from the dark― Coming from the dark― Coming from the dark―

He used to tread lightly as if walking on concrete, barefoot― He used to tread lightly as if walking on concrete, barefoot―

Move on. O city, you were not worth of Move on. O city, you were not worth of

To shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent― To shut the methane, you sent―

The primal urge to undo― your hair. I am going The primal urge to undo― your hair. I am going

After land slips it was most surreal scene. Cadaveric After land slips it was most surreal scene. Cadaveric After land slips it was

I become again a fakir, but not on alms. I become again a fakir, but not on alms. I become again a fakir, but not on alms.

A wax house you were gifted to live in sun. A wax house you were gifted to live in sun.