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An abstract look at a relationship's failings.
                             When we met, we connected
                   Abusing tadpoles in the spring
                             So when the summer came
                   There were no frogs to spare
                                                                                                             "Here we go, Hallelujah"

                                                                                                   They rolled their eyes in song

                                                                     They had promised to watch out for us
                                                                               But had no watch to spare

And by mid-summer, the curse was complete, and we were inseparable.
                                       Even though we were separate in nature.

         They found there was nothing they could do for us, so they simply allowed us to survive.
                                                                                                                       And so we did, by barely getting by.
I knew it was almost too much for him, and he wanted more
                             But more was theirs.
                             They devoured all promise of more.
                             They took everything.

                                                                               He asked me for a hug and a kiss.
                                                                               I almost cried the illusion away
                                                                               But he held me still.
                   They couldn't bear to see us together.
                   They couldn't get us apart.
                                                           They loved us too much to watch anymore,
                                                                     So they threw us in the gutter
                                                                               Where we would thrive
I was so miserable,
         I cried away my eyes
                   And consented to blindness.
                             He was so angry,
                                       He screamed out his voice
                                                 And consented to be mute.
                                                                                                             "Ach du!" I cried
                                                                                                             With words that didn't fit.
                                                                                                             "I love you"
                                                                                                             The words we never heard.
                   For they took the words away
                   When they left us to ourselves.
                                                                     Because we were children
                                                                     We had no clue how to use them
                                                                               And we'd abuse them
                                                                               Like the tadpoles in the spring.
When he finally went away

         The autumn had killed the leaves

                   And winter froze the world in cold.

                             I walked down to the creek

                                       And threw a coin against the surface

                                                 Waiting for my lady to bring Excalibur.

                                                           But when her white arm burst through

                                                                     It had a shield instead.
One must learn defense,
Before one can rightly fight.
Perhaps that is why I never fought for you.
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