She hung about Bar Josephine's
plying her priceless dreams, I got so
caught one hot star night
in her lonely, solitary schemes.
I'd let myself loose unearthed by dreams,
black out and amber bright until time no longer past.
All my friends I'd left in their old trenches,
antique as Autumn.
while I went on
as I wander.
She still hangs about
Bar Josephine's wreathed in all her chains
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