when i was a child
when i was a child
people died
and i grew up
pulling away
a day
became a night
twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
how i wondered what you were
they never said
they never did
they never do
dark rooms
and aspidistras
purple silk tablecloths
curtains drawn
all week
out of respect
the parlour dour
the midnight hour
westminster chimes
they were dark days
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