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People stayed in their old houses,
played old cards and wooden chess.
But I left and changed my story,
lived bit more and wrote bit less.

People stayed in their old houses,
watched same films and sang same songs.
But I left for quick adventure,
then it turned out to be long.

People stayed in their old houses,
and never really thought of me.
They grew old, and tired, and lousy,
like forgotten colony.

But I fought and lost and shouted,
hid from wind from town to town,
but wind still licked me, cold, undoubted,
in and out,
and up and down.