With swaying backs
And crooked necks
They bow to me
Some so wide
Others to the ground
Smiling faintly
æ*rbødig farewell
In gold and rødt
Have they dressed
With øm røst
Whispering they to me
It tickles the year
The secrets
Humble farewell
City to city, above the clouds
I followed with a raven
Built to city, above cloud
Same thing, different name
Far behind a tent, a house
And deep seas
Feel the smell of concrete
Heavy, grey, black, unwilling
Presenting
With a sort of song
Heavy
Melancholic
Farewell

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