Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
Farewell
The young man runs fast
In a winter landscape
The trees are naked
Lost in the time
Lost in his heart
The memory the farewell
From what once was
Lost in time
Goodbye
Goodbye my dear child
The man on the corner
Screams something and gestures something
No one looks up
From a prophet of doom
Life is cursed
Save us from destruction
From poison in the ground
From the war coming
Goodbye
I think of you my dear child
Goodbye
Goodbye my dear child
The sun is setting below
In the evening land
The young man swallows his pain
The young man is afraid
Afraid of the future
Afraid of what will come
The young man walks to his house
To his wife and his children
Puts his son to bed
Sings a song for sleep
Good night
Sleep well my dear child
Good night
Dream what you want to dream
I protect you from the wind and the water
and the fire and the rain and the acid
and the air and the dirt and the city
br/>and the drugs
and the booze and the violence and the
danger around the corner
and the hole in the ozone layer

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