Bags upon bags, huge ones at them,
Where can we find a cab as the clock
Hits clearly and surely half past ten?
In the meadows? By the sea?
In this corporate jungle of cacophony?
Or when you take my hand and we alight
Alone without baggage you and me
Quietly, serenely in the dead of night.
On this trip of immortal life
Promise me oh love! You will never let me lie
About as Empress basking in her glory
But as someone who has writ
Humanity's brand new story.
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