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see the little chidren playing,

Hurricanes and sunshine swaying.

Throughout the mold a gray is baking,

Bending bones but never breaking.

And they form a lovely pose,

For watchdog eyes, they never close.

No balls are bouncing in the day,

A porous tongue, it flaps away

From figures swimming deep in mud,

The cherub hoardes accepting blood.

Hands are clapping out of sync,

And eyes are closed without a wink

As games once played disappear,

Amask of teeth hides the fear.

Of voices singing through the sky,

And bigfoot says its time to die.

Then I saw a revelation in a box of sand

Plastic shovel and a pail, creating fantasies.

In a candy land, creating fantasies.

In a box of sand, in a candy land.

 (repeat)

As games once played

You watch them disappear.

As games once played

A mask of teeth hides the fear.

Games once played, games once played.