.[VERSE 1]
Camped out on a lower slope, dog tired at the toposcope
Hot soup in the aftermath, salad days in many ways.
Then time creeps up unseen
And it puts me back at the front of the bus,
Hands I once held no longer there,
Grey falls on the green
As I tryân get.
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