Under those wide grey skies
I gather up my few belongings
in some dead kid's old army sack.
I take out my best picture of you
to touch before I slowly wrap it up
for keeping in my left shirt pocket.
for keeping in my left shirt pocket.
As a final gesture I pay my respects
and release the clock's tired hands
before leaving what needs work behind.
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and release the clock's tired hands
before leaving what needs work behind.
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