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Patrick LAMHIEN

Autumn 2004


The sun goes up and the sun goes down
I drag myself into the town
And all my hopes disappear
Wondering what I'm doing here
Everyday I'm at my desk
And at my desk, I'm like the rest
I wish you'd come and take me there
Where I will free all my despair

Thus everyday and everyday
It doesn't rain but the sky is grey
They rush on mass like a flock of sheep
I don't know why it gives me the creeps
I watch them watch me in the eyes
There gazes seem to be cold like ice
I'm still waiting for you to come
But if too late I'll become numb