16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

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Played in the hills of another world`s land,
Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand.
Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July,
With his wings so heavy and attire so prime
He comes down knocking at my balcony door
But I shut them in his face and leave him wanting more.
No protests or even laughter,
Thought he could not speak.
From that summer evening he`d come back every week
Till the bittersweet occassion when there was no one at the door.
My room has never been cleaner,
The rain has never sounded meaner;
A little note was glued to the glass,
Who would`ve thought in such way he would dare to harass.
`There`s nothing more these heavy books could teach,
I hug the sea because you`re far out of reach.`

I got off the hill and went down to the beach
To lay my body on the bed under the million stars.
Got a perfect distraction from my foolish action
When a gentle voice asked:
`If you`re not from this world,
Then tell me where is your ride?`
With mouth and nose full of sand
I just couldn’t answer.
And the reckless waves pulled me in with a tide.

Oh, so embarassed
By the natural chain of events out of my control,
I fell asleep last summer and woke up this year`s fall
To stumble upon a life composed of lack of self discipline
And illusions that there is always time.
I tried to visit my friends
To make up for lost goals,
Callous doors slamming my fingers heartlessly stated
That there was no time left at all.

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