I want to go where no-one knows my name
And I can linger away from any acclaim
To sit by the warm seashore
And watch the waves for evermore
Can you imagine a clean slate
Where nothing is written or remembered - so great
And walking down the Boulevard
Of Broken Dreams won't be at all hard.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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