Almost over

when i am seventy seven

i want to ride a train

cross rivers

watch the falling rain

take a walk

on the streets of Vancouver

listen to Bocelli

when the Christmas night is almost over

 

when i am seventy seven

i want to wake up in the morning

sip a hot cup of tea

and watch the lazy day dawning

i want to welcome the solitary nights

sleep like a child

dream of tealights

and baby elephants in the wild

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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