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Miss Becky

ABOUT
over the rooftops a plane in the sky
beat of a bass drum cars passing me by
under a bridge dark then back into light
a river of raincoats and a forest of faces
still for a moment then red into green
slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen
row upon row of houses return an empty stare
let me daydream for a little while longer

The Sundays....
Here it comes
Here it comes
 
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes