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the man who twirled with rose in teeth has his tongue tied up in thorns
his once expanded sense of time and space all shot and torn
see him wander hat in hand - "look at me I'm so forlorn
ask anyone who can recall, it's horrible to be born"!
Big Circumstance comes looming like a darkly roaring train
rushes like a sucking wound across a winter plain
recognizing neither polished shine nor spot nor stain
and wherever you are on the compass rose
you'll never be again
left like a shadow on the step where the body was before
shipwrecked at the stable door
Big Circumstance has brought me here and it would send me home
never was clear where home is but it's nothing you can own
it can't be bought with cigarettes or nylons or perfumes
and all the highest bidder gets is a voucher for a tomb
blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are the meek
for theirs shall be the kingdom that the power mongers seek
blessed are the dead for love and those who cry for peace
and those who love the gift of earth may their gene pool increase
left like a shadow on the step where the body was before
shipwrecked at the stable door
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