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They had a way of animating A young boy’s dreams Of a larger life With a brighter night And who could forget All the beautiful people These colorful steeples Yes, all my heroes are dead ~ The devil’s in the smallest details ~ They had a way of melting Like snow touching morning light Where did they go? Left me all alone Left us all alone And who could forget Their most perfect perfection But all our heroes are dead ~ The devil’s in the smallest details ~ They had a way of dying Before they ever left A burned out old man A drugstore cowboy -From the promise land And who could forget Their whores, their slaves, their beds Yes, all the heroes are dead ~ The devil’s in the smallest details ~
© David Powers February 23, 2010