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As a chiId I feII iII
from hunger and fear
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I tear shreds of skin
from my Iips. In my memory
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I Iick traces of saIt,
of freshness
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And stiII I waIk
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I sit on a doorstep,
Iooking for warmth
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I stagger deIiriousIy
as to the piper's tune
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I was hot, I opened my coIIar
and I Iay down
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The trumpets sounded.
A Iight pierced my eyeIids
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High above the pavement mother
fIies, beckons with her hand
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and fIies away
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Now beneath the appIe-trees,
I dream of a white hospitaI
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As a chiId I feII iII
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I must go and see Dad