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With the sun in my eyes
I do not know why I went back.
Some impulsive natural force led me there,
I drew my gun.
FIVE TIMES I SHOT
and the bullets brought him down,
the angry arab playboy
on a beach in southern France.

I can show no true remorse,
things must happen as they May,
and as it goes I took a life
on a sunny summer day;

but justice isn't right or wrong,
it's simply what they say,
and I am more than happy
just to leave things as they lay.

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