| The road from Pennsylvania Station seemed to cross the continent
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| as if he never came back |
| backwards, but always went forwards to the west
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| among iron-glass tombs, plains, poles and people.
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| And instead I went back in a hurry, but in some of my moments perhaps idle
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| I wonder where you are and what you do and how you spend your boring days,
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| I who did not answer you in this house of mine that you know and do not know.
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| And I guess you and him, two safe and sane Americans, a little John Wayne,
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| carry on the Kennedy myths and teach the Indians:
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| love and ecology up there? |
| in Maine.
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| And there? |
| to teach poor people for little or nothing, almost pious life,
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| pretending or not knowing anything of what it can? |
| still do the CIA,
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| saints of the West, for the USA, and so on? |
| is…
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| Did he tell me who saw you there? |
| recently that you remained what you were then,
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| a little more? |
| old, but almost for fun and maybe just a little lady,
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| I would like to see you now why? |
| the memory fades to me ...
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| And I try to imagine in a moment to laugh being here with you,
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| but would it have been a change? |
| I think about it, but I don't feel
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| that still another has the usual because ...
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| For? |
| You know that? |
| the game of an instant why? |
| since then already? |
| we felt it
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| what possibility? |
| there are many for those two types that we were then:
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| I am almost important, what are you, and who are we?
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| But maybe at least you have kept that ideal that we had in mind,
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| probably in you hints she has left, everything in the long run annoys me
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| and I'm looking for another party and then the parties have tired me down ...
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| Then they were ideals to the ass made with the myths of '63,
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| the two Johns and a bit of peace, Ramblas of Barcelona,
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| the first crisis lasts inside me ...
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| I believe we know that? |
| different if things were then more? |
| stingy,
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| you accept them, you carry on and you have not lost if they are different from dreaming
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| why? |
| not? |
| a joke to know how to continue.
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| And I'm sorry if I'm here thinking about you, your words and your smiles,
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| how the "Fool" between cards to play can solve a moment of crisis,
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| even if I stopped then, now I'm going, and "go away" ...
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| I don't want to make your mother happy right now that you hate? |
| the Italian Istrione
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| when she told your dad he was a fool he and liberal-progress
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| and url? |
| "Revolution!".
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| These are things I hope you will forgive as I have forgiven you by now at this time,
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| as if you were just a troublemaker, the "but I love him" you yelled at him then,
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| cos? |
| I still sing to you in this house of mine that you know and don't know ... |