The lifeless meat stalked his prey and the children came to play
and the sundering nights gave way
to the cracking dawn
the hobbled cripple came the same the sloping soldier vent and strain
the lobbyists all denied entropy and the toys from life were freed
at the coming of the dawn.
Infused with liquid relief the anti-climatic pause bored me
and the children walked away
as the burning came to play and the instruments would not play
it's just in time for the sunset
I think I would like to sit with you
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