Old Things...
Yes
Therefore therein and thereof...
In and of itself...
SO what lies in old things?
Simple beauty...
Or simple pain...
More over and a little bit of both...
TO be an unfortunate wretch with
No stories
No tales
No promise
Why and how does it lie in unforsaken love?
What lies forsaken and twisted and wasted
At the bottom of eternity?
Ye Olde shoppes
And ye old things
What stories do you hold?
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