And the fallen house across the way it'll keep everything:
The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire 
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire 
All the more, a pair of underwater pearls 
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
In our days we will say what our ghosts will say:
We gave the world what it saw fit 
And what'd we get?
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes we'll see everything:
In the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzard's wing.

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