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Littleton
The colt burst wildly through the fence While people flee both beast and sense
Their flight is brief since fear demands The beast be reigned by human hands
But where to reach and where to hold To grasp this truth that must be told
The nature of the wildest beast Is understood by him the least
The raven hunts just as he sings While children kill the darndest things
The shortened lives and shattered dreams Were tragic ears for twisted screams
These cries still drift in sullen air The fallen trust them to our care
But will we hear them as they are Or fix our eyes upon the scar
They will not cease until they're sure This sickness points us to its cure |
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