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| Paris, 2010 - jo'b |
It all seems backwards now,
How it was then,
What should've been the beginning,
Instead was the beginning of the end—
No magic for us in The City of Light.
C'est la vie.
Ah, but life is simpler now,
Though maybe sadder than before—
No reason to pretend—
And just as beautiful—
Goldenglow against the cellar door.
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| Upper Turkeyfoot, 2025 - jo'b |
