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The world we have
created
Has gone mad,
Stark, raving mad.
And you who thought
To save an ounce of
time,
To feed the lonely
more,
Something to keep the
wolf
From kicking down your
door.
What tales can you
tell?
I wonder did your
Love feel the pangs,
Of how a word
Undid your trust again,
Especially in the
reasons
That make a difference
To mainly sympathetic
men.
Should it be known
The light of truth
still shines,
Despite a fog descending
Over what you hold so
dear,
For someone who judged
Would not devote a
tear.
Could this foible
Be somehow still
overlooked?
And call the sign of
peace,
Into the arena of
desire,
Where you could know
The unstoppable fire,
And all good news
Roll back the hands of
time,
Where you could
indicate
Everything was fine.
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