( even  our songs       Are Dead  )


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He said :

Children come and gather

Yourself together

( that's what he said )

••

( & so we did )

::::


After the LUVY DUVY

after the petting and the poking

Games we play
With each other

Are over

And we appear as          True Love

Once again

::

Caught here in the middle

Of a godless fantasy

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You & me and purest righteousness

//

After the LUVY DUVY

pain we inflict

Upon each other

Is dead

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We may live

:

In the sweet sweet scent of creation

Unbounded freedom

Surviving in  hearts and heads