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we live our lives, we sing our songs,
our passions fill the sky,
and they moved but unmoving watch our lives pass them by.
Oh my boy, my child, my joy,
my love and heart's desire,
they watch from the throne of shadows
our lives like beggars round a fire.
Oh my boy, my life, my joy,
my love, the breath with which i sigh,
they revolve around that same great sun which twinkles in our eyes.
In shadows and in moonlight
and under the cricket's hum,
they build their homes with cricket bones, and dance till laughter comes.
They live forever, they never say never, and their life is overiding bliss, but they feel so empty when they see a warrior's parting kiss,
or a mother parting with her grown children, leaving them to mother chance,
or the solitary splendor of a stolen moment's romance.
They cannot know what we know, they long to feel as we feel,
and so at night their footsteps light, our lonliness they steal.
And try it on just for those hours small when the sun isn't here or there,
and in small doses, feel the terror of loss, and what it means to care.
And just the grief they siphon out is gone when we awake, and this is why each day feels new, our sorrows dreams, new memories to make.
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