| As so with that, I thought I’d take a final walk
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| The tide of public opinion had started to abate
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| The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk
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| I could see their frightened faces
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| peering at me through the gate
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| I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
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| Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it
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| I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
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| And I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street
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| I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
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| And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
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| As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
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| Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
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| I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book
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| I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
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| And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman’s hook
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| Babe
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| It seems so long
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| Since you’ve been gone away
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| And I Just got to say
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| That it grows darker with the day
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| Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
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| It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new
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| And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
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| By those who could not choose between the two
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| Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
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| The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
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| With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
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| Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts
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| I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
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| The Magnolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet
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| And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
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| You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
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| I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
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| People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
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| Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
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| Bored and disgusted, to do us down
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| Babe
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| It seems so long
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| Since you’ve been gone
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| And I Just got to say
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| That it grows darker with the day
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| These streets are frozen now. |
| I come and go Full of a longing for something I do not know
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| My father sits slumped in the deepening snow
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| As I search, in and out, above, about, below
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| Babe
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| It seems so long
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| Since you went away
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| And I Just got to say
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| That it grows darker with the day |