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I wake up some mornings 

thank God not as often as I used to 

slow and heavy from dreams with you 

you've found a way back in

once again my long lost friend

funny to see that after all these years*I miss you the same

So I drag myself to the corner café

and for a second I see you there

like in the good old days

and I wonder what you're doing ?

what are you up to these days ?

I sometimes wish you would call me

buth then I wouldn't know what to say

and I see you, in every cab that goes by, in the strangers at every cross road, in every bar (bis)

it takes a glass or two

for it to settle down

for your shadows to stop following me

around

I find myself walking back

to all the places we knew

dreaming and wishing

to somehow run into you

And of course I wonder

does it happen to you ?

Does my ghost ever come looking for you ?

and I see you....

(Merci à manuella pour cettes paroles)

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I Taught Myself To Live Simply

I taught myself to live simply and wisely,

to look at the sky and pray to God,

and to wander long before evening

to tire my superfluous worries.

When the burdocks rustle in the ravine

and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops

I compose happy verses

about life's decay, decay and beauty.

I come back.

 The fluffy cat

licks my palm, purrs so sweetly

and the fire flares bright

on the saw-mill turret by the lake.

Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof

occasionally breaks the silence.

If you knock on my door

I may not even hear.

by Anna Akhmatova