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it’s time to wake
the day has broken
its shards are strewn
all borders wrecked

a dated nation’s
ultimate solution

where are you now
my blue eyed boy
I hear the beats
of racing hearts

the whispers
of a revolution

I hear the sound
of distant drums
there is no time
for whens or hows

this voice is mine
I give my vows:

I’ll stand for you
on common ground
patrol these walls
our sandstorm fort

our mutual land
of jarring chords

you have my bow
my scripted words
my daily thoughts
the last, the first

my steady hand
in toilsome union

outlandish thoughts
in perpetual unison


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Publicerad 2013-06-04 18:56

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