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- No One Gets Near
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LEMONIA/ (F)LIP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER no. 3
CAFÉ BOCCA
Ierapetra
Tuesday afternoon
19/2/2013
NO ONE GETS NEAR
The days are passing overcast,
Silently pass the nights,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Hillside, Wuthering Heights.
Like Mr. Heathcliff I exist,
My Cathy is dead and gone,
And when I call you through a mist,
I guess who’s on the phone.
It’s really you like you are now,
And yet just like you were,
Who is the truest, meine frau,
I’m too far gone to care.
I write my songs for both with ease,
They may be true, who knows?
We still don’t know what love is,
Or how it comes and goes.
I want to ring but I postpone,
For yet another day,
I lift and put back down the phone,
Not knowing what to say.
I hope you know that I care,
Though I may seem indifferent,
I bear whatever I can bear,
Now that things are different.
A corner in my heart, somewhere,
Is beautiful and clear,
Our kid and you are only there,
And no one gets near.
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