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As I walk around the early-morning city A car comes at me down the ONLY BUSES lane. The cafes are not yet open but I have a flask. This is the city that I left Never to return. Returning With my shrunken brain Residual with the aftermath of radiation, I find the present waking to the past. There are bells and there are birds As there were in those cities of Europe In the days when I thought I made long journeys. Far shorter, them, Than the journey I have dedicated now. |
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