i found a letter in the street
its contents were indiscreet
its author to me unknown
but i unwisely took it home
i had a cup of tea
and slept most dreamlessly
when i returned from slumber’s shore
i found i had a visitor
this room looks the same
as when i had another name
like billy or clyde or harvey or roy
whom nothing could destroy
the officer insists
on dragging out of the mist
my most cherished memories
of when all i wanted was to be free
i have nothing to hide
the wind howls outside
i wish my story were true
but what can i do?
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