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Joseph Brodsky - A Song
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I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here. 
I wish you sat on the sofa 
and I sat near. 
The handkerchief could be yours, 
the tear could be mine, chin-bound. 
Though it could be, of course, 
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear, 
I wish you were here. 
I wish we were in my car 
and you`d shift the gear. 
We`d find ourselves elsewhere, 
on an unknown shore. 
Or else we`d repair 
to where we`ve been before.

I wish you were here, dear, 
I wish you were here. 
I wish I knew no astronomy 
when stars appear, 
when the moon skims the water 
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter 
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear, 
in this hemisphere, 
as I sit on the porch 
sipping a beer. 
It`s evening, the sun is setting; 
boys shout and gulls are crying. 
What`s the point of forgetting 
if it`s followed by dying?
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