Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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A flower was standing there, somewhere,
It had bloomed as if to correct a mistake;
It came right to the corner of my mouth
And went on speaking.

A ship, with its body pure white, out offshore,
Its decks turned into forest, end to end;
I took my flower and pressed it here, to my chest,
I pressed it, for it was my loneliness.

A man, all alone, is pacing the blue train
If only this were the reason I had loved you.