Not in the repertoire any more
It is said…
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The smell of the Harbour
The smell of noise and songs
The smell of work, encounters, people
Yellow lights, orange, and neons
And I am back.
And I am back to see.
I am last in the party
I speak to the Harbour, to these old buildings
To the Sea unchanged
I am last in the party
But all is there, organized
The Sea swings on, the lights are still there
And I am present. It is only a quarter to three.
The Sea, the Harbour, the lights, Me, we are in for a good laugh
Too bad for the others, but they should have been there.”