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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets, for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye till work is rest and boredom besets… Like it's given to be Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee So watch it go brown And watch it go down To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!" You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody without breaking a song So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities Like it's given to be Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee So watch it go brown And watch it go down To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory Now how would you say, dappled in ideas That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall And now how would you say, given the seas You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call... "That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."
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