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WRITER IN THE SUN Donovan The days of wine and roses are distant days for me I dream of the last and the next affair and of little girls I'll never see And here I sit the retired writer in the sun The retired writer in the sun, and I'm Blue, the retired writer in the sun Tonight I trod in starlight. I excuse myself with a grin I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one alive within. And here I sit the retired writer in the sun The retired writer in the sun, and I'm Blue, the retired writer in the sun The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane Too many years I spent in the city playing with Mister Loss and Gain. And here I sit the retired writer in the sun The retired writer in the sun, and I'm Blue, the retired writer in the sun Songtexte I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea. C And here I sit the retired writer in the sun The retired writer in the sun, and I'm Blue, the retired writer in the sun Aus Songtexte Mania