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Another day, another small town
A summer breeze
The bougainvillea is still in bloom
His room
(phone rings, no-one answers)
The morning comes, they take their showers
They go to work, they do their hours
It's a routine
they lean on.
(phone rings, no-one answers)
His books are on the shelf (It doesn't matter what we do
Craving curious finger it will never leave us
His favorite after-shave time that used to pass
has now stopped )
Lingers still....
(phone rings, no-one answers)
The evening news, they hear them saying
Tonight's the game, his team is playing
They go to bed
Instead.
(phone rings, no-one answers)
Out in the quiet street
One stray dog is crying
And if their eyes don't meet
All is well.
