Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
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To photo, to record meat lumps and war
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They advance as does his chance, very yellow white flash
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A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags
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Burst so high finally Capa lands
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Mine is a watery pit Painless with immense distance
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From medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
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Him five yards from his leg, from you, Taro
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Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
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3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
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All colors and cares glaze to gray, shriveled and stricken to dots
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Left hand grasps what the body grasps not, le photographe est mort
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31415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
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Doors open like arms my love, painless with a great closeness
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To Capa, to Capa, Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg
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And with you, Taro
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Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
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Hey Taro
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Taro
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