Walking At Night

Your face appears again,
it seems strange to see you so young again.
Now, they don’t want it anymore.

When I’m by myself like this,
these are the things I talk about,
the old face they used in the movie,

and the hero that is still on the set.
I realize now you were never meant to happen.
You’re wandering around on the deck somewhere now,

the sky’s completely blue, the grass completely dry,
you talk as you sit at dinner.
They’ve always done it that way, they take the grass away.

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