‘Don’t Stop The Dance’ – Bryan Ferry.
The days move on. Soon we will have gone away, no longer the children of Wetlands. And what then? What do you, young man? What do you, young woman?
Me, I know not! I cannot find my real soul.
And why not?
Who can tell?
Maybe it’s because I’m a stonker and I’m cack.
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