Afternoon
I said afternoon,
But it was not so.
The afternoon was something else
Which had already gone,
And the light shrugged its shoulders like a girl.
Afternoon,
It is useless,
It's not true.
It's a half moon made of lead, she will never come
She was little and she ate pomegranates.
Afternoon.
And the light as everyone sees it
Plays at being a statue with the mad, mad boy.
I can't take her in my arms.
Won't she come, won't she come?
What was she like?
But it was not so.
The afternoon was something else
Which had already gone,
And the light shrugged its shoulders like a girl.
Afternoon,
It is useless,
It's not true.
It's a half moon made of lead, she will never come
She was little and she ate pomegranates.
Afternoon.
And the light as everyone sees it
Plays at being a statue with the mad, mad boy.
I can't take her in my arms.
Won't she come, won't she come?
What was she like?
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Writer(s): Laurien Schreuder
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