versuri the bluebell - patrick wolf

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“the bluebell”

down in the park
and the l-st of the light
among the stray dogs and families
i smell the bonfires, and
watch the bonbs
fireworks burst above the trees
and to pillows of white cloud, and
another year has gone
now it is the fifth of november
i lock the doors, and
swallow the key
and draw the curtains, closed forever

- versuri patrick wolf

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