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Angels Of The Bowling Green - Augie March
The children of this cold coast
Are throwing themselves off cliffs
We know that they don＇t want to
But memory insists -
Memories of water
Fantasies of fins
So be off baby seal
Swim little fish
Under mackerel sun you＇re unnatural
O how how do they breathe
And whales hear whales
When love comes down there
But also from miles
Hear pain and there fear
Pinned by the water pins
Stuck by the ships
Mild the bay seems
Mild in the mist
Under mackerel sun you＇re unnatural
O how how do they breathe
On days when the bay breaks
And gales gut the shore
They come up from the water＇s edge
And they appear young no more -
White haired widowed and what they would have been
Children at eternal play
Angels of the bowling green
