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the silence of the dead
I catch myself - eyes
I am still in Saigon
For thirteen months and
fifteen days - the
in my mind
last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel
searchin' through the sky
Every summer
down and pray - and the
next I'd stand and curse
when it rains
No place to run to where
I did not feel that war
