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- Some people keep lovers as baubles,
- As pretty and perfect, untrue,
- They’re better in glass, and kept in the past
- Than gone to unusual hues.
- Their children are kept as their children,
- Their parents are left in their graves,
- And their blissful beloved romances
- Are frozen and stiff and depraved.
- My lover,
- My lover of old,
- Withered and wild and wan,
- Let me be, darling, let me be,
- Let me be just as I am.
- You’ll never know,
- The person you’ve sown
- If everyone sticks to the plan.
- Memories sit at a standstill,
- Beware of the novel and new,
- If lovers in glass should shatter at last
- They’ll leave to unusual views.
- Maintain to the crystal tradition
- Cling to the old and the weak
- Close all the curtains and lock all the doors,
- Your trinket could linger asleep.
- Dear lover,
- Dear lover of gold,
- Smiling and sunny and bland
- Let me be, darling, let me be,
- Let me be just as I am.
- You’ll never keep
- Your trinket asleep,
- Unless everyone sticks to the plan.
- This bauble was made out of lightning,
- This trinket’s conducting a coup,
- You think that I’m frail, and that I will fail,
- And leave with unusual blues -
- But I’d rather the blues over bubbles,
- And better a bubble than you.
- Because, darling, you weren’t watching -
- I’m going and growing and grew.
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