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35 Torn apart That was my final word So I moved away Clutching the wet and rusty handle Through the toughened windows. I could see the anguished, plaintiff faces But between them and us There was a gulf, a rift A wide, unbridgeable gap. Just then, the sergeant pulled back And our fatalistic cavalry resumed. Those chains were no major concern to me What saddened me were the helpless faces Those innocent men and women we left behind to die. Only you Life is nothing but drifting fog That’s why I paid for the clog. You weren’t there when I told him No objection but just the odd hymn. Today as I stand here I am seized by abject fear. Fear of the unknown Of what a long time ago, I should have known. Today, I’m finished Like the sour food the old nun dished. Right now, only one thing can save me That’s you and only you, sitting on my knee. ...

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