she cries at the doorway,
some world always lost and forgotten
there stands the fatherless child
and no sign of mother
i am leaving the tavern drunk
walking through the policeman's street
knowing i must find my way through the mud
to the home i belong in
i only kiss her when i'm drunk
she a secret mistress, her only hearing me cry
in her arms i seek solace,
find many who have held her before
she waited for me, and for that, she came before
and i thought my star preceded hers
my morning star to her evening,
both obliterated by the sun
and just as the sun melts our stars
so we too will melt in that sun
perhaps as one, perhaps now many
only the sky shall know
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