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Smiling, sipping tea beside the lake

Eating orange flavoured cake

Before heading to the old town in the breeze

Beneath the spires that mingle with the trees

Strolling, down the cobbled streets ahead

Hearing words that Carl Jung said

That nothing’s as it seems

So don’t forget to listen to your dreams

And I’d smile all the way to my bed

Pausing, by the house where Lenin stood

Wishing only that I could

Tell him how the revolution came to pass

That nothing really changed

With the turning of the page

The human heart remains in its cage

And I’d think of him still turning in his grave

Walking, through the crowded market square

Avoiding any drunken stare

While everything around me moves so fast

And I’m caught between the present and the past