Taro Lonely lived in a hub
Where he sat and he read and he measured his rub.
Taro Lonely lived in a dream
Where he wept and he loved and he covered his scream.
Taro Lonely lived in a star
Where he carved and he smashed and he buried his scar.
Taro Lonely is not here. Not anymore: it's A Lonely Rot.
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