Imago
In old broken wooden chairs
By windows towards grey void plains
Spiders webs now cling round
Legs 'neath our sits here
And cracks make these thrones unsteady
In that old wooden chair
And that clock on the wall
Pending for a call to make
Or one to take
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
No! Is it really so?
That clock still pendles on
So hear now how?
In our minds it rings for noon
It's midday for the memory of those now dead
Life's spring of what is immortal
And that shall live with them
Oh, what an epitaph!
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
They sadly all were too seldom
Yet with an echo of times gone by
Speaking in creaky sounds in this old chair
Where once sat breathing men
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
By windows towards grey void plains
Spiders webs now cling round
Legs 'neath our sits here
And cracks make these thrones unsteady
In that old wooden chair
And that clock on the wall
Pending for a call to make
Or one to take
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
No! Is it really so?
That clock still pendles on
So hear now how?
In our minds it rings for noon
It's midday for the memory of those now dead
Life's spring of what is immortal
And that shall live with them
Oh, what an epitaph!
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
They sadly all were too seldom
Yet with an echo of times gone by
Speaking in creaky sounds in this old chair
Where once sat breathing men
One that still remembered
More than he had left to make memory
Of reading of news now old and very forgotten
Watching dawns over never-ending
Cold dead land
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Writer(s): Johansson Par Orjan
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