четверг, 21 июля 2011 г.

An Auld Lang Syne

in 20 years will you remember
the six-pack sunday morns,
the sticky floors and beer stained shirts?
will you remember
the wheels that turned
and trains that howled?
will you remember
the fire that burned holes
through our ribs and throats
while Chuck sang:
"there's no point
to surrender"?
and silent walks
hands in our pockets
after those shows
in early autumn frosts?
we've never asked for much
and never begged for more
will you remember that?
I hope
I hope
I love you, bro...

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