Kurt J. MoserGetting Through Sunday Somehow

An idle glance up to the wall Still the last dream self - aware And then a peek the other side - nobody there - A sharp - eyed look into the glass A few last drops that glare A short glimpse out into the street - nobody there - If only we could drink the shades away And somehow it is night again And if you still should feel this way I think it's better that I don't go And we let the music play And breezily we sing the shades away
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