While children ask and you shall be given,
while fathers die and mothers rest,
and all of love while spine in shiver,
and all of life in quivered chest.
And soon as children lost from grace,
and sight of love in others face,
my longing for the bigger crowd,
will never be thy morning sound.
While all this is and that is that,
while past is tense and more,
and in my house or in my flat,
you`ll always be my whore.
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