mid-summer night’s scream
no one will miss me
when i’m gone
so what’s the point
in hanging on
hot days the
drone of aeroplanes
apple trees
snowing on me
dogs barking
barking dogs
mowers mowing
mowing mowers
on and on and on
motor bikes far
and motor bikes near
long nights so dreary
oh dearly dearly me
no one will miss me
when i’m gone
so what’s the point
in hanging on
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