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The rainy sunday-afternoon
Hours crawling by
As I stare out of the window

Not sure what I want
Maybe I have barometric feelings
And is the pressure is to low

To low to make me happy
To make me smile
into the empty room around me

I have reached for a guitar
Several times this year
but it is rather disappointing

Somehow my fingers are unable
to hold the strings firmly
or to softly touch

It’s good to have dreams
Or an endless desire
To look forward,

to the things you truly admire

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