Enablers - Rue girardon | Текст песни

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Woe to the sandaled mobs
mingling and bored under the windmill.
They took photographs and moved on.
It was once dangerous to do that here.
They took the usual shots
and then moved along to Avenue Junot
in that all too-usual checking
and re-checking their collective pace.
Only the gloaming
(Same light)
manages to dignify
(Same light)
their every step down the hill
(Same light): He could spurn them all
(It's that same light)
on a feast of human disintegration,
but holds fast and does not. Older now,
settled of sorts, he abides an increasing will to be left
alone,
to see
and see alone.

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