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A Time When I Wasn't
A wistful vagueness presides over my aura
The night was clearer than ever
Now wasn’t the time,
Now I was headed to a service sublime
But do I regret these impressions viewed from my window?
Never
This ‘ere song from a vintage past
It crooned of simpler days,
It blasted my hopes into the freezing air
Carried me back to a time that wasn’t there
And I couldn’t help ...
Wednesday 9th August 2017 5:47 am
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