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A Matter of Scenery
Published Apr 21, 2020
Updated Nov 30, 2020
Culture
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Culture
Published Apr 21, 2020
Updated Nov 30, 2020
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A Matter of Scenery
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All is matter of scenery:
Change of bed or change of body.
No worry though, again it’s me,
Me who betrays myself to roam,
To crawl and spread myself away
And my shade undresses to stay
Into the same girls’ arms all day
Where I thought I would find a home.
Light heart, changing heart, heavy heart,
Time is too short for dreams to start.
Should I waste all my days apart
And apart all my nights around?
I always missed to love and vie
Wherever I would live or die,
Vanishing away like a cry,
Fading away like an odd sound
We were living through crazy times.
Songs had no meaning and no rhymes.
There were no punishment for crimes
And dogs and wolves were friends again.
The Earth was turning pole to pole.
Ditching underground like a mole
I was forgetting my true
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