“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca
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Neither here
Neither there
Neither anywhere
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I wonder what they thought
When they found him
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Not quite ours
Not quite yours
Not quite theirs
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I wonder what they thought
When they saw him there
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He should haunt my dreams
He should haunt your dreams
He surely haunts theirs
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I wonder what they thought
Did they think it was a girl
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We knew but we didn’t
They didn’t but they knew
She never had a clue
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I wonder what they thought
Did they cry for his pain
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He never told you
He never told them
Laughing, but the hurt
The hurt in his eyes
The sentence he told me
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I wonder what they thought
Would it matter what I knew
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Before, I was there
With him, with them
Unwitting player in their nightmare
A bit part with a strong line
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I wonder what they thought
Did they wonder what I knew
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They knew how it started
They missed the denouement
The end, ineluctable, sealed long ago
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