When will
that door open: ....
Feed the heart,
the hart.
Can't it get any more
easier than
what you'd always
expect those he/art's
to be a little gore
a little slimy plan
working out of those days
When will
that day start,
a familiar knock and token
I wanted to run
you know (maybe)
back into the trees
out amongst the leaves
my glass of wine
always at hand in time
Such days to dream
and float along
forgetting the pain of
having to go through
it again again again again
"Oh, it didn't happen that way"
Oh, that's the thing to say
As a song wells to mind
how does it go
let me think there
let me have a little look-see:
"This or That Country
sweet sweet
Land of Hypocrisy."

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