Is where I lay down every night when the adventures call for rest. Is where my feathers may fall off, and no one sees that I too am only human. Is where I rap even thou the world never hears the rhymes. Is where in fuchsia pink I lose my soul in dance. Trance, when I pull on the bell to enlighten the stairs and mind. Is where dreams come true as the only one continues on. Is a part of me and me is within every wall. The marble from the ancient lands. The paper on walls glued on by magic of the seventies. Is in your heart, and on Sydney Rd is mine. Brunswick love. As I open my morning blinds I thank God for every beat of my chest hidden heart for so much but amongst, for this lovely palace. 

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