II-XI In a Basement With Bertha Mason
I glimpse the souls eternal in this town,
I meet their gaze, yet indifference holds us down.
Voting for the left, against the Nazi tide,
you know the future's path is one, we cannot hide.
So cease to lift me when I fall for love’s embrace,
you cast our fate to a cursed, unreal tomorrow’s space.
Existence isn’t forged for you and me,
I always warned, deceivers will deceive,
and as we're bound in love so true,
they're enamored with a world sans me and you.
Let’s escape this tainted city’s spite.
I painted us a home in shades so bright,
You can step close and dream us in that light,
for I can't paint the people right.
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