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Old Paris
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Early Writings My accordian plays its brooding song of Childhood
It tunes out the surrounding world
What has become of me?
So suddenly, my stuffed animals are only stuffed animals
My toys weren't toys to me
My accordian drones on, repeating its aroma
I'm lost in wanderings, I'm a lost and found
Play my droning melancholy
Surround me in my love, Surround me in my past
Swinging in Old Paris
Droning by my childhood melody
We'll skip through town together
Weaving around them all
