four long days of mayhem
when reality was only a dream
of music in the air, music in minds
no normal footsteps but dance steps
to cover the distance from one day to another
forgotten abodes and forgotten usual company
nothing unusual at all from day one to day four or five
life as life should be
and in the end
only torn bits of colour paper scattered all around
on grass lawns reflected
on glass window panes
like broken bits of rainbows on earth
only a wish, only a dream
to get back there to live them days again
irreversible time, irreversible time
oh, irreversible time
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