seventh heaven
There was an accident
Men were fighting for their only love
They were bold, brave and strong
Were tall, agile and had not a dent.
Yet the flight had the better of them
Was all ‘bout the choice that was but the same
They focused on their game, for right or for wrong.
They built mountains of wealth with their knowledge and their skill
Were kind and good to all who wanted help and food
They were known as such, as men of strength and worth
Knew all in town as much as it
Knew them like their own;
Now their love’s smiling there
They’re fighting for the Kill.
These were men of letters and from the hall of fame
When they talked, the pin never dropped
When they smiled, all were obliged
When the love was not so still
They’d take her to the hill,
All by turn and plan, as if he were the man
And this became the Game.
No one ever thought with a single anyone
She could tie the knot – now that it was done
Her loving body still, tender with a dent.
The town was out of tune, sang with a noise
How’s she tied to one? Did she have a choice!
But she did have her own, until was it known
As a blind accident
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