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In between these white hotels |
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The parallel pavements are peaceful |
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The fallen leaves from flakey trees |
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That decorate car bonnets |
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I had this beautiful day-dreaming moment |
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The sun was shining strangely amber |
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Shouldered by flickering golden-green avenues |
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And city-doves perching on vapour trails |
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Then we saw from the upper deck |
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Watching ourselves as if seeing our future |
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Greeted by strangers who seemed to be |
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Good friends and welcomed us through |
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Their shiny red door... |
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... That's about then when my dream |
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Began fading out and hearing me |
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Thoughts of ambivalence. |
