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He can hear every little thing you say
The sun is gone now; it will be dark soon
Nothing had ever been weird around here before
There was so much she didn’t know!
He had come expecting to be welcomed
Y lo que cambió ayer tendrá que cambiar mañana
The thump of the drums echoed in his skull
They left on the motorcycle later in the morning
He marvelled at the crowded dirty city
That’s how we progress as a culture
A person dressed as a bunny hopped down the corridors
And Now for Something Completely Different
Gone Fishing
Give it another two or three years’ thought
The roof would never keep rain out, but it shrugged off the snow
People will say we’re in love
Please do not make me laugh!
It just needs to be a fight worth fighting
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
Looks could be deceiving, though
Gone fishing
The responsibility now falls upon you to make it all happen
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
They appeared to be celebrating something
Working late hours?
You and I are but earth
But naturally, Cap’n – we’re all in a panic, don’t you see?
Damn me, I’d almost forgotten about that old thing
What can he possibly be thinking
It was a sincere request for information
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
Nothing here is going according to plan
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same
Don’t worry, the old man said, winking. I’ll sing one of my short ones.
It’s hard to tell sometimes what people are
I unpacked my bag and found a dead cockroach
It was as if he were seeing her for the first time
I didn’t mean to make such terrible decisions
He knew none of the street names or city centers
She would devote her life to these creatures
Slipping out in the dark he would track night-scented flowers in the summer woods
He had several favourite retreats
Such happy memories of earlier days
It did not occur to her that he might be protecting himself
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
There was something unusual about him, or something behind him
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude

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