Funny child
Clouds are low & slow
Through the rain I see your window
Lingering to go
Foam of lake awake
Sail of boat, float
Crying bird & empty road
Wish it was short
Coming wave wispers word
Wich I don’t understand
On the bank of the lake
Where the sadness sanks
Singing child going by
With his stick knocking stones
Funny child rambling by
Singing one of his songs
2003
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