The Ballad Of A Crystal Man

Donovan Leitch / Donovan: Fairytale (1965)

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	Walk along and	talk along, And	live your lives quite	freely.

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But	leave our children	with their toys, Of	peppermint and	candy.

Your thoughts they are of harlequin, Your speeches of quick-silver.

I read your faces like a poem, Kaleidoscope of hate words.

On the quilted battle-fields of soldiers, Dazzling made of toy tin.

The big bomb, like a child's hand, Could sweep them dead just so to win.

As you fill your glasses, With the wine of murdered Negroes.

Thinking not of beauty that, Spreads like morning sun-glow.

I pray your dreams of vivid screams, Of children dying slowly.

And as you polish up your guns, Your real self be re-flecting.

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Vietnam; your latest game, You're playing with your blackest Queen.

Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.