Saturday, April 25, 2026

Last Year's Man

"Listen:

So now is the time to take my stand just for once
I try to catch this time in my hands, but it slips through --
It slips through like sand
Nothing is still, yet nothing remains of last year's, last year's man

Oh, where did they go?"



















































































Doves: Last Year's Man
Words



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