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The Poets Dance
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The rivers ran red and the skies turned black The valleys were deepened and the mountains cracked We are controlled by paper In vacant shades of green, we trust
What have I enabled? Oh, no What is there to gain here? Oh, no
We are the fear of loss We are the fear of pain We are to seek the new frontier Or we will die in vain
The shadows of our kin lay fixed Upon the streets in horror You've got to go on
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I stood by and watched as it all fell apart As we burned a priceless work of art Like sheep, we blindly march For amber waves of grain, we trust
What have I enabled? Oh, no What is there to gain here? Oh, no
We are the fear of loss We are the fear of pain We are to seek the new frontier Or we will die in vain
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