noon is near
fall is falling
and the heat of the day ain't what it used to be
time to run
and the runners are running
but the wage they get ain't what it used to be
my belly's full
of the empty promise
and the speakers word ain't what used to be
the road is long
and bridge is crumblin'
the way back home ain't what it used to be...
(2011 db michel)
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