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Her poor eyes have seen too much of nothing
Nothing but anger - nothing but fear.
Her poor eyes - aclimatised to see nothing - nothing at all.
And her poor ears have heard too many sorries.
Sober contrition - from so far away.
His morning tears stink of whiskied beers
But his words smell of nothing at all.
And her poor dreams feature screams from the bedroom
As those stampeding savages smash through the door.
Her mothers face reflects his disgrace
But his eyes reflect nothing at all.
And her poor eyes despise that devil
That walks inside her fathers shoes
Love is blind but still bears witness
But which should she choose?
And as the blood and the tears intermingle
And the stink of remorse disappears down the hall.
Her poor eyes see her mothers eyes ...
...can see nothing - nothing - nothing ...
Nothing at all.
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