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LITTLE BOY BLUE, COME BLOW YOUR HORN
MY FRIENDS HAVE ALL FALLEN ASLEEP
LISTEN, LISTEN WELL TO THESE LESSONS
REMEMBER TIME IT TICKS EVER SO SLIGHTLY
WITH PALE SHAFTS OF LIGHT GLISTENING ON THE SURFACE
A SWISH OF TASTE TO ADD TO YOUR SENSES
A CALMNESS NEVER KNOWN, NOT QUITE
INSIDE TURMOIL FACED WITH LIES
JUST WANTING TO BE LEFT ALONE, SWEET SILENCE IS PAINFUL
TO A BRAIN ROT WITH IDEAS, NOT SO PLEASANT IN NATURE
BUT HEAVEN KNOWS NO SINNER THAT CAN NOT FORGIVE
FOR EVEN YOURSELF IS AT TOLL
TELL ME A TALE OF THOSE LOST CHILDREN
THEIR SOULS ALL BURRIED IN DUST
A GENTLE BREEZE TEASES THE MIND
TO STAND BEFORE YOU IN JUDGEMENT, A CRIME BEFITTING OF
NONE
TO HAVE LOST IS OF SORROW, TO TAKE IS OF MADNESS
SHIFT GENTLE TIDE AND RECAPTURE MY MIND
IT SITS STAGNANT IN A POOL OF PLIGHT
TIS NUMBERS COUNT ON WHICH THEY CAME
BUT LEAVES TO NUMBERS OF GREATER WEALTH
AND SOFTLY I HEAR THEM CALLING, BUT NOT MY NAME
KNOW NOT THAT I HAVE STOOD HERE BEFORE
KNOW THAT I STAND HERE NOW, CROSSED BY DISTASTE
OF HERE-AFTER, SHIMMY DOWN THE IDEALS OF MAN
TO CLUSTER UNDER A TREE
FIX THIS PROBLEM, BUT LET NOT HER HEART BLEED
DRIPPING OF SERENITY, EYES MASKED IN GLORY
FLING AWAY THE STORY TELLING AND READ MY TIME
THE TIME THAT TICKS EVER SO SLIGHTLY
AGHAST, IN AWE, AT FOES AND FRIENDS
MAGISTRATE IN FIRM RULE; UNFINISHED, UNSAID
CALLING MY HEADTO FIELDS OF LESSER DAISIES
FIGHTING THE SUN, BLOCKING OUT THE MOON
HOW MANY DAYS EVER BRIGHTEN
SINCE YOUR SONG, SWEET ROBIN, BUT NOT TO MINE EARS
OF THAT OF THEIRS, FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE
TO KEEP AND TO TREASURE
COME SOFTLY, LITTLE BOY BLUE
BLOW YOUR HORN
MY FRIENDS ARE ALL ASLEEP.

By: Virginia Rehberg
10/17/91