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Choice, the Footfalls and the Sun
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The sun is too bright
The footfalls too loud
Food tastes overly exuberant
Humans are daft
I tend to sound crass
Existence is romanticised
Forever is bleak
Fun is compulsive
But only at it's peak
The sun is too bright
The footfalls too loud
I could, pull the drapes
Change the chef
Or close the door
I do have the choice
A concept with undue heed
It's hardly justified
The sun is too bright
The footfalls too loud
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~Charles Baudelaire
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