Meet me at the east side,
Where the crows sing,
And the birds don't fly,
Meet me where the cows swim,
And the dogs read,
In the dead of night,
A place where we'd live happily,
Until the day we die,
Oh meet me at the east side,
Meet me at the edge of the sky.
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beautiful written
Beautiful written
This description paints a really strange and dreamy picture. It makes me wonder what this "east side" could be. I've had similar experiences of imagining these out - of - the - ordinary places in my mind. What do you think this place symbolizes?