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| Current music: | Snow Patrol: "Same" |
The last stand of no one
Poor bridge in London
Lambrequins of fog how you toiled down through the smoke filled smog
And brought about these rainy streets, of simple fashioned Londoners
To simply greet
Oh, how the grey velvet stretched across your countries breast
And encompassed them all in a mood lay down by the summer rain
I fumbled atop the cobblestone in my contrasting colors
Against the pools soaked from the spaces in between
I know I landed here, and not fallen from some misty dream
The river I peered from a bridge I knew not
And the silver plated cars zoomed by, never caught
For what I imagined then I still feel now – wonder what I saw
On that rainy day in London for my heart to thaw
For history wasn’t inclined to meet me head on
And my fabrication of reality wasn’t too strong
But now I imagine if I was ever there at all
For my heart has been given, to London’s call
May the 18th 2005
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