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in a web of glass, pinned to the edges of vision

Hmmn.

I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

mucha mosaic

Hmmn.

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mucha mosaic
have a look at the there is something I wanted to tell you
it's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
but then I
I look around
and I remember
that I am alone, alone
forevermore

the tileyard all along the railings
upper discolored dark-brown staircase
here you'll find
despair and I
calling to you with what's left of my heart
my heart
forevermore

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames
sullenly on a chair on the pavement
here you'll find
my thoughts and I
and here is the very last plea from my heart
my heart
forevermore

Where taxi drivers never stop talking
under slate-grey victorian skies
here you'll find
despair and I
and here i am
every last inch of me is yours
yours
forevermore

your leg came to rest against mine
then you lounged with knees up and apart
and me and my heart
we knew
we just knew
forevermore

where taxi drivers never stop talking
under slate-grey victorian skies
here you'll find
my heart and I
and still we say
come back, come back to Camden
forevermore
and I'll be good.

And once you've had a look, tell me: do you think that Mr. Marr might be the subject of the tune, to some extent?
  • Wishful thinking says yes.

    More rational thinking says, it really could be about anybody.
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