When Love's, Babies Come Marching Home
Now I somewhat know ? While when I was young..
Over this course be a few years, perhaps; the children ?
Dwelling amongst her grave stones; knocking, upon doors
Beautiful girls finding their pictures ? Vomiting blood these years
Paved in red his tears; facing yet another day, My Soul ? Faith,
Did we belong ? Forging forth of leaps as bounds; a song she'll sing....
Better beyound then here amid, Babylon ? Time's stage be set; Angels await.
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