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I Watch the park quieten from the hotel window, I hear you softly sleep amongst the cars and saluting songbirds,
For a city whose size had scared me for years right now it's a feeble evening row, not un-similar to a beach evening ending
On the table to my left there's a magazine with a picture of dead money, making a mockery of what I'd call art
But what would I know about the scene in the city that has swallowed up friends lovers and family,
Just give me a village the size of a teacup
You're happier here spread out with your eyes closed,
I feel I should order a drink in celebration to welcome the summer, whose first day is ending
Should you wake you'd catch me of course and ask me the wisdom of drinking once more