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For the life we chose In the evening we rose Just long enough to be lovers again And for nothing more, the world was too sore to live in. Sad old ships, a morning eclipse I spent my whole life guessing Then I turned from the sun, and saw everyone searching.
For the life we chose In the evening we rose Just long enough to be lovers again And for nothing more, the world was too sore to live in. Sad old ships, a morning eclipse I spent my whole life guessing Then I turned from the sun, and saw everyone searching.
It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse Making life easy by making it worse "My mask is my master", the trumpeter weeps But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"
People are watching, people who stare Waiting for something that's already there "Tomorrow I'll find it", the trumpeter screams And remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreams Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"
My head is a nightclub with glasses and wine The customers dancing or just making time While Daevid is cursing, the customers scream Now everyone's shouting, "Get out of my dream!"
‘Help, help,’ said a man. ‘I’m drowning.’ ‘Hang on,’ said a man from the shore. ‘Help, help,’ said the man. ‘I’m not clowning.’ ‘Yes, I know, I heard you before. Be patient dear man who is drowning, You see, I’ve got a disease. I’m waiting for a Doctor J. Browning. So do be patient please.’ ‘How long,’ said the man who was drowning. ‘Will it take for the Doc to arrive?’ ‘Not very long,’ said the man with the disease. ‘Till then try staying alive.’ ‘Very well,’ said the man who was drowning. ‘I’ll try and stay afloat. By reciting the poems of Browning And other things he wrote.’ ‘Help, help,’ said the man with the disease, ‘I suddenly feel quite ill.’ ‘Keep calm,’ said the man who was drowning, ‘Breathe deeply and lie quite still.’ ‘Oh dear,’ said the man with the awful disease. ‘I think I'm going to die.’ ‘Farewell,’ said the man who was drowning Said the man with the disease, ‘goodbye.’ So the man who was drowning, drownded And the man with the disease passed away. But apart from that, And a fire in my flat, It’s been a very nice day.
954024 Gunner Milligan
# WE ARE STEALING THE FUTURE FROM OUR CHILDREN --- WE MUST CHANGE COURSE #
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