The turnaround
Another morning in the evening Times strewn on the floor And I don’t even know her name Or if she lives here Had enough but I want more I don’t remember how I got here And how long it’s been now A...
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Up all night, just to feel the breeze An attic room closed for centuries The turnaround, the change of key The open door, you gave to me A dusty book with tipped-in plates Brushes dipped in fresh...
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