We loved in the sun,
then the sun went down;
we loved in the fields -
but they built the bloody town;
we loved by the sea
'til the tide came in;
we loved on the ice,
then the ice grew thin,
we loved in our wasteland,
but they dumped their toxic sand;
we loved on the range
before the interchange;
we loved on the moors,
but some soldiers played at wars;
we loved by the pool,
but the pool went dry;
we loved beneath the trees,
but they cleared them by and by;
so we loved in the city
but the city grew too shitty;
then we loved on the landfill -
and found it the new pretty.
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