"To talk of other things
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings
Calloo-Callay No work today!
We're cabbages and kings"
...and the time has come, I firmly believe, to turn the other way. To say no more, to feel no more, to let them have their way.
And while I wish for other things and slowly move ahead
I fake a smile, a simple nod, I always just pretend
That the sun is warm and bright....
And that is odd, because it is always the middle of the night.
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