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SPRING BLUES (TROPHYM)

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1.There is a thaw in the city, chomps in puddles
Gray, March snow.
The city was shell-shocked in early spring.
Opened up with the veins of rivers.

2. Everything is ground, crumpled, torn off.
Too long in winter.
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.

3. The thaw has blurred the contours of the world.
Like Dali's brush.
Sounds flowing directly from the clavier.
The wounds of the earth are awakened.

4.Everything hidden, long ago surfaced.
Dark, melt water.
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.

R: By your light, bewitched.
Having been ill this spring.
I will be forgiven by love.
You will be a saint in love.

5.Black and white, thaw writes.
New drama plot.
In the first chapter, a directive from above.
A shadow comes out into the light.

6. And the unsightly truth of the world.
Appears naked again.
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.

R: the same; (loss) (mod) R: | the same | 2p.