The sunset began before my eyes,
Angels sinking their heads in soulful cries.
The soldier's thumping footfalls fade away
The oldman now drags his atrophied feet about all day.
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Why call it love and sing about
If it's only in the summer, it sprouts?
Why do we deceive ourselves at pleasure
That there's no winter with censure?
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</>We've been blind; we've been blind.
We've walked in the shadows of the night,
Where nothing saw us; we saw nothing
We've been blind.
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FAIR OR NOT?
I'd like to say life is fair - - but it isn't.
I'd like to say we'll all have bread-
For breakfast - - but fate shakes its head.
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Planet Earth, wounded son of blissful birth
I miss your thrilling dance, your sunny days
Where are they, the beautiful flowers of mirth?
Only faded forests, I see, only the sick cattle that graze.
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