I used to own a true love

Forever, as she bequeathed

I used to count our blessings

Yet still I was deceived

 

I used to own the streets

Here, near where I was born

I used to walk a concrete line

And kick the cans at dawn

 

I used to own a melody

Heard, as birds began to sing

I used to flute in golden voice

A tune forever lingering

 

I used to own the stars

There, of my bedroom light

I used to gaze at them in awe

Each wild and windy night

 

I used to own such things

But, it was never so for me

I used to kid myself believing

The lie of my prosperity

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