that was the last trip.
and there will be no more
returning
we only try to imagine
another set of surroundings
there is no coffee here
it is only a vision of us sipping
away what was there
before
there is no more city
nestling on the valley
no more melodies of the
savages, we are now
on this last trip where
there is no more
returning
be glad.....
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