Running through my head secretly
The shouts of the boys in the factory
I ring you on the telephone silently
Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom scene
The darkroom scene, darkroom scene
A letter, once composed
Seven years long and as tall as a tree
Reading on the wall
Emissions, efficiency
Efficiency, efficiency
Resurrect, as a feeling, on my window
Of a past reunion
Resurrect as a feeling on my window
Of a past reunion
Vision of a picture like the city
And the air we breathe
The air we breathe, air we breathe
She stood beside me once again
I knew her face
We met before in the street
Recalling all the children dancing at our feet
The quality of the precious meaning of life seems to be on the wane.The populace is settling for anything cooler than a frogs's ass as being ice.The nuances have been lost.I want clear ICE,I want ice that I can chew on whitout fear of air bubbles,Iwant ice that is bite size[not the oversize hunks that one cannot even imagine being able to have to let melt{A CRIME] before it becomes the object of our love]My concern is great,for without real ICE whow cant one even imagine life as we know it.We are born of Ice ,without IT we would melt and wither,our timeline on this planet is limited by that last glacier as it makes its way into the sea.Your concern of this situation has revived my faith in LE MONDE DE GLACE [a world in witch we all crunch on forever] THANK YOU PRUDENCE.............................
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