there was the old nodding head
with an odd query in his eyes
what will happen to them
who are they
the sunrises and sunsets
that we're leaving behind
I'd love to think of myself
yes yes the cat thinks so
it will find a cosy corner for sure
but what will happen to others
Can't you abandon your all
no no its not about all
only my worries stuffed inside
a mahogany case
and the soil of my land
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