there's the faith of dishes and die cast reflections
things in the mirror are twice as clearly mirrored
i've a finish for a first remembrance
crash-holed the story and wept a gentle rain
while the first girl we kissed and misplaced in our
hairpins and leaves of the living left slumbered
look it's not poignant if no one here dies
sit back relax, strap on your new nuclear tie
without it our intollerance grows
but that's how it works, every time
makes you just a little bit weaker
and cyring once a year is ok
but twice your a crier and that's not allowed
and all things verbotten verukt and vergessen
how can it taste more like the sea
but simple rules are simply kept
salt of the earth salt over my shoulder
salt and the bread
salt and the pepper
and some kept apart.
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