These days, were meant to begin

With a Bavarian sunrise

Rushing into noon

On Siberian rail lines

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The world, was to burst asunder

To be savored under silver moons

Sweet, sacred and secret  

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These summers

Were meant to be full and frenzied,

Spent bleeding out the wages

From a lifelong trudge

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It is meant to be

Until we grind to a halt,

Trussed up and butchered

In a man-made snare