| Games Once Played
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| See the little chidren playing,
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| Hurricanes and sunshine swaying.
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| Throughout the mold a gray is baking,
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| Bending bones but never breaking.
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| And they form a lovely pose,
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| For watchdog eyes, they never close.
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| No balls are bouncing in the day,
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| A porous tongue, it flaps away
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| From figures swimming deep in mud,
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| The cherub hoardes accepting blood.
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| Hands are clapping out of sync,
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| And eyes are closed without a wink
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| As games once played disappear,
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| Amask of teeth hides the fear.
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| Of voices singing through the sky,
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| And bigfoot says it’s time to die.
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| Then I saw a revelation in a box of sand
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| Plastic shovel and a pail, creating fantasies.
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| In a candy land, creating fantasies.
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| In a box of sand, in a candy land.
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| (Repeat)
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| As games once played
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| You watch them disappear.
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| As games once played
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| A mask of teeth hides the fear.
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| Games once played, games once played. |