Teach Your Children

Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,

And feed them on your dreams, the one they picked, the one you're known by.

Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry,

So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

 

...paper swallows are still hanging from the ceiling of this abandoned kindergarten...

 

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