THIS ISN'T SOME
MELODRAMATIC
Oh geez. You know how some guys go;
spending the rest of their days moping
about some woman who got away -
the hang-up for the old girl friend; the
Bob Dylan routine. Over times twenty
and over again, one tour babe after the
other. Who cares. Smite me anew, oh
stonemason, do.
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I'm going back to the first hometown
I never had : where the crescent sky
dawdles 'til dawn and rises in morning
until Death do it gone.
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