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You asked about my Easter Time,
A time that never I’ll forget,
With me as always goes this rhyme:
All what you see is what you get,
My Easter time was so great!
It was not bad at any rate.
BETTING
From Heathrow I’ve sent you,
a “Happy Easter” wish,
this afternoon in Athens,
I felt something amiss.
You sent me a reply,
polite, maybe warm,
the things that don’t apply,
excluded from the form.
This new friendship of ours,
seems by nature forced,
I’m counting the hours,
preparing for the worst.
With London left behind me,
for ever in regret,
I’d like, if you don’t mind me,
to take another bet.
This bet I always take,
with certainty I choose,
the real from the fake,
this bet I always loose.
This bet I’m always betting,
because my heart is keen,
after a little bloodletting,
this bet I always win.
I bet that love is present,
I bet that love was past,
the moon will be a crescent,
to bet my heart, I must.
I’m on the losing side,
the moon in its decline,
You take me for a ride,
my last of summer wine!
I’m on the winning side,
for my true love is my Pearl,
I took you for a ride,
when you were a good girl.
I bet your love is burning,
(this is a thought of smoke),
your lustful body yearning,
to find a place to dock.
I bet you lose your reason,
to pleasure giving vent,
Spring time is the season,
for this kind of event.
For nights you go missing,
I call and you’re not there,
your loving and your kissing,
with no one I could share.
I bet you still remember,
with loving and some guilt,
our long ago November,
under your German quilt.
I bet a lot of cases,
a lot of groundless crap,
it takes so many faces,
to bridge our scary gap.
I look at your reply,
polite, maybe warm,
but I discern the lie,
and I can smell the storm.
I’m on the losing side,
for you I don’t exist,
the turning of the tide,
will clear out this mist.
WYSIWYG 3
You asked about my Easter Time,
a time that never I’ll forget,
with me as always goes this rhyme:
what you can see, make sure you get,
my Easter time was so great!
(It was not bad at any rate).
WYSIWYG 2
You asked about my Easter Time,
A time that never I’ll forget,
With me as always goes this rhyme:
All what you see is what you get,
My Easter time was so great!
It was not bad at any rate.
BETTING
From Heathrow I’ve sent you,
a “Happy Easter” wish,
this afternoon in Athens,
I felt something amiss.
You sent me a reply,
polite, maybe warm,
the things that don’t apply,
excluded from the form.
This new friendship of ours,
seems by nature forced,
I’m counting the hours,
preparing for the worst.
With London left behind me,
for ever in regret,
I’d like, if you don’t mind me,
to take another bet.
This bet I always take,
with certainty I choose,
the real from the fake,
this bet I always loose.
This bet I’m always betting,
because my heart is keen,
after a little bloodletting,
this bet I always win.
I bet that love is present,
I bet that love was past,
the moon will be a crescent,
to bet my heart, I must.
I’m on the losing side,
the moon in its decline,
You take me for a ride,
my last of summer wine!
I’m on the winning side,
for my true love is my Pearl,
I took you for a ride,
when you were a good girl.
I bet your love is burning,
(this is a thought of smoke),
your lustful body yearning,
to find a place to dock.
I bet you lose your reason,
to pleasure giving vent,
Spring time is the season,
for this kind of event.
For nights you go missing,
I call and you’re not there,
your loving and your kissing,
with no one I could share.
I bet you still remember,
with loving and some guilt,
our long ago November,
under your German quilt.
I bet a lot of cases,
a lot of groundless crap,
it takes so many faces,
to bridge our scary gap.
I look at your reply,
polite, maybe warm,
but I discern the lie,
and I can smell the storm.
I’m on the losing side,
for you I don’t exist,
the turning of the tide,
will clear out this mist.
WYSIWYG 3
You asked about my Easter Time,
a time that never I’ll forget,
with me as always goes this rhyme:
what you can see, make sure you get,
my Easter time was so great!
(It was not bad at any rate).
CATHOLIC EASTER SUNDAY | AN EASTER TIME BALLADE | EDELTRAUD 2: THE BITCH |
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