Произведение: Fifty On Our Foreheads
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SO THIS MAY HURT A LITTLE.
BUT GIRL LOOK FROM YOUR WINDOW LATE TONIGHT.
YOU THINK MY HEART IS FROZEN
WILE YOURS IS SLOWLY GRIEVING.
YOU'LL SEE THE BOY YOU LOVED START BURNING IN THE SKY.
WE WERE A DOZEN TO THE PROJECT
WITH A GALAXY OF QUESTIONS.
AND ALL WE HEARD WAS LIES ABOUT THE TRUTH.
NO CHOICE BUT BE OBEDIENT,
LIKE PRISONERS OF WAR.
CAUGHT ON THE WRONG SIDE OF MORALITY AND YOUTH.
WE THOUGHT ABOUT OUR LOVED ONES,
TALLIED 50 ON OUR FOREHEADS.
WITH THE PEN YOUR MOTHER GAVE ME IN THE SPRING.
THE SUN BEAT AT THE WINDOWS,
WITHIN AN HOUR JAMES HAD CRACKED
LEFT THE SHIP AND DIED STILL CLINGING TO THE WINGS.
