oh how the days go by, how they run

[setau]

how they frolic and glisten in the shining sun. we look at them as a child kneeling in the corridor, his eye to the keyhole, two grownups arguing in a locked room. ah, they are crying. one sees the tears. one counts the tears. two tears. three tears. two bombing raids. four seek-and-destroy missions.

look! there are some planes returning safely to the Ticonderoga.

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