What has been your most perfect day?
How could I say; for I'm the prisoner of time,
Watching days going by, no reason no rhyme:
Life's the play that's full of signs,
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Listen- listen- I need you to do this one thing for me.
I really, really do. Just listen for now:
Do you remember being a child, when we were children-
the recesses on the red dirt field, it was me and you,
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Don't weep for America,
For the world that was-
It was always more an idea
Than a place;
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No precious stone to adorn you;
No priceless treasure to see you through-
Only a little trinket I be,
To bring thoughts of loving, Sweet, to thee.
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When Mother dies, it's like the most familiar,
beautiful glass vase, of some rare-earth hue
that tinted all your dreams, has shattered.
It's like the secret journal, of your most hidden
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This world is too close for comfort,
But too dear to ever release;
We only leave it, kicking and screaming-
Unless we crave for an instant peace.
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Media puppets have invisible strings,
Just pull on the handle, the puppet will sing-
He'll sing any song feudal lords prefer;
To media puppets, the truth's just a blur.
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Safe is the world in a mothers arms
All the bad dreams and monsters kept safely at bay
As long as that beating heart's not far away
We never have to fear the wolves of old.
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Cathedral, how many times now
Have your windows been washed
By the tears of lovers, broken by the rack
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