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From earliest books Comes belated ink Of feather green toads paired in potent pink and barley bears from distinguished heirs make nests for us in bavarian lairs to each comes ends lone messengers send telegrams to aging lambs while singular troops countenance droops over infamous hillsides we have come to be known as the deprived A choir sings disguised as prunes And boys make aeroplanes in place of news Adrenaline curves its audio reeds Talk pummels forth by deed Doers in d.c. The behive groves Of ex lives woes Retain romance With Amelia grant In cotton clothes Letras de cancionesDolls wince in droves With certain terms the curtains close And at the forefront lies the hierarchy With a manual entitled "musique contemporary" To please the queens One bends the knees And hopes to befriend the archenemy We've spoken clear but become hoarse Through morse code and phonographs it has come worse In a year when one could hope to salvage Hemmingway becomes the language for savages Low sails come but low sales bring Closure Years spent in hiding Dilute our slight notions with centennial flair pouring forth Is the meaning A lifetime delegated to the surety of second strings? A fortress for horses Lays clear our courses With lanterns We faint to recount play and losses We are what remain Of a virtuous refrain Unbeknown to us a plague brands us Among the thwarted and the lame a lone boy cries from bleak hillsides a decade made grave by our dim age the tools have been lost for hearing who will endure for the endearing snowy slopes loom large upon northern poles weariness instructs all the hearts of the bold heads hang low down leaf strewn roads from here, where are we to go.......... From Letras Mania