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we hardly are here for each other at all

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( we know this )

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                          little images

( hardly men at all )                                                        
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She proudly showed me her scars

And said this proved her love was real

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Little child on the beach at dawn

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The battleships upon tsunami waves

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her long hair blowin in the breeze

The last of the poets takes to the hills

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we are hardly her for each other at all

We do not know ourselves no more

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She went into a jealous rage

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Oh my !

                                          ( a broken girl ! )

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Old images / trite and decayed

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The children walk the beach at dawn