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When I wait

When I wait beneath the

When I wait

Beneath the egg yolk sun

And reflect on the days gone

I’d like to feel, believe, it was worth it

That it was for someone

Life it sings, it croons, like a kettle on a hob

Life, Life what art thou?

When I return from the depths of the night

I hope to see your world, but still alive

Or is that just me?

Is that just?

Don’t you remember yourself from this love

Stop being that endless turning cog

And live a little bit, breath a little bit