Why don't we say goodbye right now, pretending we are well
It was in those days when I wandered about hungry
Facts, stories. repeated rumours and gossip
Like in "On the Beach"
I hear a clock strike six downstairs
Marvellous, the rain pattering on the roof.
You wil be able to sort it out, of course
As soon as i opened my eyes I started wondering
I am not dispassionate
They have killed you over many a night, when they were younger
Good Friday, after consuming copious amounts of a port-type wine
I started reading the ads over the door
Please note carefully, the last sentence of their letter regarding unauthorised connections
There are American refugees
I opened the window and looked out
Once we had enormous moral credit
It had been going steadily downhill for me all along
There is no God who saves Americans
The air was filled with voices
Everything looks too beautiful to me
I am going to write bits of conversation as I remember them
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