Those days I was much troubled by
the Moon
So midnight often sent me down the midway
Of a fair closed before I was born.
On my way to Masaryk's statue I'd pass
The tower room from which you might be looking.
I would express regret to the statue that its subject
Had been thrown from a window in Prague.
Some nights he’d answer "Long ago it was,"
So midnight often sent me down the midway
Of a fair closed before I was born.
On my way to Masaryk's statue I'd pass
The tower room from which you might be looking.
I would express regret to the statue that its subject
Had been thrown from a window in Prague.
Some nights he’d answer "Long ago it was,"
"Long ago and quickly over."
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