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Down the street you can hear her scream “you’re a disgrace”
As she slams the door in his drunken face.
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool.
He cries “Oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?”
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.
And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually
A little Indian brave before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends,
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior