| I take your hand
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| We walk towards where the roses once grew
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| I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was
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| The rubbishstrewn streets
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| Riperising smell of gutters and rain
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| The children abandoned
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| Mother recalls child in pool
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| What is that that lies? |
| deadchilddead
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| I have such nightmares and you’re all in all of them
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| It’s worse than you or I can ever know
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| On the edge of the clouds we crouch
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| We smile and spit
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| The pool of saliva carrascates below our feet
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| It shifts
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| Children with knives begin to rise from it
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| They laugh and blow kisses at the moon
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| We think it’s the rain
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| I see a bird move onto the table in my garden
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| Its beak scoops up the seeds
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| The green of the grass and the blue of the sky
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| Are immense and terrifying
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| Everything seems so close
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| So very very close
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| Should a storm come
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| Should a storm break and halo all around us
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| As some savage and blind god
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| Jerking his hands out to us
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| The birds drop all around us
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| I walk into the altar room
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| All the buddhas are smashed there
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| Avalokitesvara’s hundred faces lie shattered
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| I have done this
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| I walk to the makeshift redbrick altar a hundred years ago
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| There is a small brass image there
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| I have built this
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| The red and black ants mill around
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| Unknown journeys
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| I take my lighter and torch them
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| I take my lighter and torch them
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| I weep, I weep
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| The ants scatter or writhe
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| I take my lighter and torch them torch them
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| I have done this
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| I am surrounded by butterflies
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| The chid’s legs lay smashed
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| Please pray for him she says to me
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| Too late
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| Alas, oh so too late
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| I see the twinkling stars
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| I drop a photograph
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| I bend to pick it up
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| My heart leaps as i see your face
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| Stare up at me from the paper
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| As if still alive on this earth
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| When I return my eyes to the stars
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| They gathered
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| They pucker
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| And are blind
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| And are blind
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| So lost are we
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| Oh what have I become
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| I have become that I hate
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| I have become that I shall say no
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| The bird is dead now alas
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| A voice whispers to me
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| And says nothing nothing
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| There is nothing
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| I look to my right and see her face again
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| And again the world disappears
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| And all fall down
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| All fall down
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| All fall down I all fall down
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| All fall down I all fall down
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| We all fall down
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| We all fall down |