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Home Life |
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Shearwater |
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ROOK |
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Howard Wei |
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By Howard Wei |
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when you were a child, |
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you were a tomboy |
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and your mother laughed at the serious way |
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that you looked at her |
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and from your window at night |
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there were the star's little fires |
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and the armory lights |
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you were tracing the lines |
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of a globe with your fingers: |
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cool rivers, white wastes |
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desert shores, and the forest green |
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and a limitless life |
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in the breath of each tide |
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and each bright mountain, rising |
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but now the boys are away, |
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and such kicks they are having; |
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slashing away at the forest walls, |
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with their bitter knives. |
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sparks bloom in their eyes, |
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and they never look tired. |
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will they never look tired? |
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on cliffs that tower from the rising seas |
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their bonfire glow |
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where a tiger lies |
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and, cleaning their weapons, |
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claws, and all: |
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they laugh at his useless |
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it is a beautiful night |
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to be born to this life |
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and grind his every bone to powder! |
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do you remember |
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do you remember |
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she carried you down to the edge |
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of the dark river and said: |
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though the water is wide, |
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you will never grow tired |
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you are bound to your life |
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like a mother and child. |
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you will cling to your life |
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like a suckering vine |
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and like the rest of our kind |
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you will increase |
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and increase |
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past all of our dreaming |
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horse without rider |
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lungs without breathing |
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day without light |
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song without singing |
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a song... |
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