For what it's worth,
In this grown old stage,
I once loved.
For what it's worth,
I once knew the names
Of all those kids in the street.
In their desert paradise,
Beyond mountains in this valley,
They are strange, lifeless in the heat.
Offered shade only at night.
For what it's worth,
To love and lose is far
More painful than we could have
Ever seen from there.
For what it's worth,
I suppose I still know those kids,
Though, their names have changed,
From here…
Finally, for what it's worth,
I guess I never stopped loving,
Just too far away for her to see,
In but lifeless desert skies and dreams.
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