I wrote a version of Kipling's Mandalay, strongly inspired by Charles Dance's reading.
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Show me somewhere East of Nowhere
where your best is like my worst
For I’ve lost all sense and reason
your objection was my first
Now the bells of doubt are callin'
an' it's there that I should be
By the old Erised Mirror
looking boldly back at me
I may never see the day
when another wants to stay
with my sickness ever looming
pushing me another way
Will I ever see that day?
when I hear the organ play,
An' the dawn light up like thunder
as a promise, one could say
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