The end.

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping
By a tree
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Eyes wide shut

Ears narrowly open

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all its wit and tenderness and beauty, all the very good reasons to carry on.

However far away

Saudade is the love that remains after someone is gone.

Homme qui chavire

Moi