As "the faune" said :
"you are not serious, when you're seventeen"
The world, before my eyes, was slowly unfolding.
Belief had no place
Only attitude prevailed
On the zinc altar, though
Sparkling beverages of the gods
Quenched my thirst and numbed my brain
Good times
Good times when the only act of living
Was relevant and real
A leap forward
I'm 44
And you're not serious
When you're 44
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