The Moya View

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  • They Live/They Die

    They Live/They Die

    There is a song that will never benot one of a crooning summer breezebut of smothered dreams in dirty streets—Those buried in shrouds of leavesplucked from maple trees,couched in green moss orin lovely silks on soft downy beds will never know thosewho died on a freezing night, a bottle by their side ora needle in…