I walked past a book shop at night,

I saw a cover that read:

‘Move Fast and Break Stuff’,

It brought me to my memory palace,

Cut from diamonds in the rough, crystal malice.

 

I’m happy that I feel sad,

Like an anchor plunging into my gurgling sea,

I thank the heavens that my ship’s run aground,

Even when it’s splintering and spluttering debris,

And all is unsound.

 

I walked past a bookshop at night,

I walked past a bookshop at night,

My memory palace dark to light,

I walked past a bookshop at night.

 

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