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Berkeley
Meet me on Telegraph today after noon at that bar where we drink Bud from the can we’ll take that table there near the window and watch as the town folk go by
We’ll pretend there’s no shrine at the lab on the Hill no god to ascend there no sinecure to fill no emblem, no way finder, no paradigm for evicting the deception that leases our dreams
So meet me on Telegraph today after noon We’ll talk of this dark-time descending and in this twilight that calls it a day We’ll sit at that table by the window and watch as hope trucks on by |
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Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021 |
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Berkeley 1977 |