When the war is over will we go down to the water, again?

Was it like this, for Rene and Georgette Magritte

Did they walk in the park by the lake and smile

And hold hands while their world went to hell

Should we put scratchy records on the dusty machine

And dance in our underthings, or maybe something more

While the hissing records play?

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How did they get so scratchy, those old discs?

Did we forget to get them out and wash them

And show our youth the glory of the covers

Did we not show the younger ones the joy?

Or, maybe, the younger ones already know

And the scratchy records are just scratchy, older people

Who have no time for what has not yet passed.

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When the war is over will we go down to the waters, again?

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