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In Memory

Since memory is imperfect
Why is it so cruel?
Can I not invent a life
Lived with perfect rules?
A place where no one hits their kids
And vets do more than kill
Where every day everyone
Had more than scraps of food
Even raga muffins had
Brightly polished shoes
No one's feet were ever bare
And no one hated school
The lights stayed on
The beds were warm
And the mother sang of dad's romance
In a green and pleasant
Loving land
Since memory is imperfect
Let me take regret
And imagine that I'd never
Lived but to forget
And the mother sang
Of a fine romance
In the days before she died
But memory is too cruel
For me to be so fooled
Yes, the mother sang
Of a fine romance
And the mother lived
A life of lies
And memory is too cruel
For me to be so fooled


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