There's a beauty in being true
you now can never know
There are beautiful places
you now can never go
The kids are there, and laughter;
We pass it to and fro
We glance at you with love
You are joyous it is so.
Instead you have the smiles
Of men who'll grimace soon
And spend between your legs
What won't un-red the moon
The deepest things in life
Undone and all in ruin
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