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TWO RAGGED SOLDIERS
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(Engel)
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They spoke transparent phrases to looking glass women
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And they took the detours that scattered the way
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They departed from summer like two ragged soldiers
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Dragging their heels through their fantasies
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There were meals in the missions for two frozen statues
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And long draughty sermons devouring their knees
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Sometimes passions in winter turn to cold soundless moments
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That teared in the eyes of their fantasies
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There were nights on park benches, stale bread for the pigeons
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Good mornings to faces who just turned away
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And on one road confusion, the other desire
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So they took to the road of their fantasies
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One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming
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The other had no memories left for his mind
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With their arms round each other the two ragged soldiers
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Laughed through a war that they couldn't see
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Laughed for a world filled with fantasy
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TWO RAGGED SOLDIERS
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| Scott Walker |
