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Little the boy
                                   ( lost        the sense of his identity )

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He shall be a man someday

Unless somehow he becomes dead

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No one sees him anyway
Neither you nor Lover Boy

toys get broken
Left out in the rain

Oh well
What's for dinner ?

With the animals
Out in the manger

All the people gather
And sing their song

Death is just something that we do
After our insane love affairs

Or perhaps before ?
Of course

I don't think about ya much
Any more

Ya hardly seem to be alive
Tellin stories / mostly lies

Love is what we say we want
We say we do but we don't

Cause there ain't none anywhere
But then really / how would we know