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all text copyright (c) andrew o'neill 1998
alright, alright i know its the same because i haven't had time yet again. come back some other time
Warming but weak, the October sun
Lights the delights of leaves
Dancing in the wind.
Leaves turn over in my head,
No more to lie in bed.
"Make every second preciuos,"
You said,
You won't remember sleeping
When your life
Flashes before your eyes.
Your face and your voice
Spin spirals through my head.
Why don't we stay in bed?
Dit-moi "oui",
And we'll waste a day,
Then drift away...
Father Time is a sneaky thief,
As he steals my soul
And puts it in your hands
For your dreams to play with.
I feel your touch from within my chest,
Like a morning menthol cigarette,
And I can't get you out of my head.