ceremonial sash

Only a child could walk the streets in this time / and pull off a smile / that manages to transcend the grime / only an innocent heart could wander through this dump / and come away with a treasure / that causes him to sing and to jump / all I can see from my apartment window / is great mountains of madness and trash / and in the middle of them all an orphan boy / wearing a worn-out fan-belt / like a ceremonial sash.

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