I was just bony and tense,
You held a warm stone out
in a flowing blood -toothed hole
Oh, what a contrast you were
to the brutes in the halls
My tiny, fingers held a decent honeymole
And over the ramparts you tossed
Tied to a brick, sweet as a song
The years have been short,
a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed,
Since then it's been a book
You understand less as the pages turn
On a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
And I don't look back much, as a rule
way before murder was cool
Warm light on a winter's day
Over the ramparts we watched
and some fire and flowers
Tied to a brick, sweet as a song
The years have been short,
but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
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