Dear John

Remember

I came with you to the city

And we saw the last giraffe

The tribunes were waving

Over our heads

And everything was made

Of sugar

Again

I fed you from my hand

We were wild for once

Real captive wild

Not like this unrelenting freedom

I last gave to you

And now we have nothing

But does that make everything

The thing to do

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