Dead Men

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    Dead Men
    Dead men cry when they see what there life once was
    Dead men try to see life, in there life
    Dead men pry from the continuous down pour of failure
    Dead men cry

    Life was once easy
    Life is only a memory
    Life of disappointment
    Life of love never felt
    Life so far

    We look to the horizon for the sun rise
    But only to be lost in the sun set
    Soaked in sorrow weakening the little strength left in me
    I feel as if I lost

    Dead men cry when they see what there life once was
    Dead men try to see life, in there life
    Dead men pry from the continuous down poor of failure
    Dead men cry but still live

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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