There's noone
at the riverbanks
in the middle
of December
Everybody's chasing
the proof of their love
in the shopping centres
Screaming about
peace of mind
and the importance
of family
they make you
sell your soul
to the current
version of the devil
And I'm alone
at the riverbanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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