January time is not on my side
That's the weight of
I will walk no more
On the shore
Where we wandered
Then
In the
Yellow
Against the desert
Blue
Against the sky
Green
Against the fields
White
Ag
If I was a planet I would be the moon
If
It´s not a thing
It´s alive
It´s not a plant
Though it often
Little platform
Dwindling to love
You look so pale and so white
Little
Judith Morelle:
Take my hand
And join in the dance
Dive into the
Fake lips, fake smile
Poor poor Pam, poor poor Pam
Fake breasts,
Sad
Sad
To remind a life that never shone
Sad
Sad
The nest is empty
That day
We will leave the earth
That day
We will pass the
Seeded by chance on a fertile ground
We were born too
You are the light,
the circle,
the ring,
the grave
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