all these strangers

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“mistreat me darling and i might just disappear”
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upon freighter running dark out of algiers
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put tiny grains in children’s tears
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while taking 25% of all the flashbulbs and mementoes
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from the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers

i saw my baby talking to a man today
speaking softly in a confidential way
i saw a shadow pull his glove off
as a bluebird flew over
life’s is no pleasure
when you doubt the one you love

who are all these strangers?

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i never will go back again
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go back into the past
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the flood is rising fast
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you can break your window and look down
. . . Am
into a muddy glass
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it’s mirror or lens to burn