Bosse-de-Nage - In A Yard Somewhere | Текст песни

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Unseeing Melancholy, whose vision is obstructed, but not asleep
Advised a young man to inhale her bilious gas from a bottle,
Whose interior is lined with mirrors.
The look on his face after he breathed that vapor startled the
gardener,
Whose vast city of plants sustains the bees.
“Reflect upon your life which is irreversible like my draft,” she
said.
The young man nodded, and who can describe his hope or
regret that afternoon?
His mouth twisted in a demure smile as if it was all a joke.
The frantic gardener rushed about the yard,
While the boy sat on a patch of earth near the backdoor
Waiting.

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