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I Don’t Know How We Get Into These Fights

I Don’t Know How We Get Into These Fights!

I don’t know how we get into these fights.
After them I look back at the ashes,
More shocked than hurt, as when a light plane crashes,
Slanting numb through strange, unearthly lights.
Oh, how I wish I could get off that plane
Rushing to its rendezvous with tears!
Rage is but a mask for my shy fears.
Yet I would die before I caused you pain.

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