By the cathedral into the sun Pilgrims are singing
their journey done I look at my short life and think Of all the champagne that I drink With all the faces that I know And how much further can one go? And if I decide to step aside I will try to reply to the feelings I hide I look from my window down to the square At workers still queueing patiently there For market forces to provide What history s so far denied For a different kind of fate Than to labour long and always wait And if I decide to step aside I will try to return to the person inside Will I always need you? Would you want me to? Can you love me for good the way you thought you could? Or will spring bring rain and summer burn? Will tears at last precede the turn From summer warmth to sudden cold As certainly as growing old? And if I decide to step aside I will try to forget all the tears I ll have cried |
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