Pity eye in the back yard
Let me speak to you over the wall
This wallt hat divides us
it is too low
For I see what you do
and you see me
Pity eye your mother calls
forgets my name
she is is all chores
and I was just a game
From another life
Pity eye
Just a distraction
Fromthe work you do
At that outdoor kitchen
In the forty degree heat
Pity eye hanging the washing
watch it dry so quickly
The sun is proclaiming
It's own glory over these backyards
So exposed to each other
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