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My heart breaks when I think of you
Why do we equate dullness with your name?
You that honored the natural world
Harmonious coexistence lasting four hundred millennium
Built for stamina, the long run, the perfect human
Eden mourns your passing
Out of Africa a new line, cunning and clever
A new human animal, a different intelligence
This is my homage, my apology
Our scientists say your last stand was at Gibraltar
A Neanderthal metaphor of solid rock
O, the unbearable thought of an entire people vanishing
Isn't it ironic that our species would create the Buddha?
Our African stewardship squandered
We have let Eden down
We are now witness to the fruits of our cleverness
Why do we equate dullness with your name?
You that honored the natural world
Harmonious coexistence lasting four hundred millennium
Built for stamina, the long run, the perfect human
Eden mourns your passing
Out of Africa a new line, cunning and clever
A new human animal, a different intelligence
This is my homage, my apology
Our scientists say your last stand was at Gibraltar
A Neanderthal metaphor of solid rock
O, the unbearable thought of an entire people vanishing
Isn't it ironic that our species would create the Buddha?
Our African stewardship squandered
We have let Eden down
We are now witness to the fruits of our cleverness
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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Daydreams and telephone calls,
UNO cards and shooting stars.
Broken dreams and empty promises.
(Tell me darling, is this really what it's all about?)
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I lay in the river of tears I had cried over the battle, drifting downstream. I feel the current pulling, but it does not register. I feel the whole world I built around me - the ropes and cords and odd-things that tied me to the shore - slowly, but surely unravelling, letting go. All that is left after some time is the sword that cut them, its sheath and the belt succuring the sheath to me. But something went wrong as the last rope was cut - the sheath fell away and the sword pierced through my heart. The belt reminded me that I had something left of my old self, something to save me as the whole world came crashing down around
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