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Silent as the final hour heralding a quake, we cut the wire . . . |
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We slipped the guard, sprayed "LOVE" across the barricades. |
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As searchlights swooped and froze and failed to isolate |
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a trace of life outside the gates of New Tomorrow. |
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The penalty for deviation's clear to those with ears |
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and eyes. We stretch our claws behind closed doors. |
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We always have our alibis. Outside we smile with |
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lips zipped, eyes fixed forward. We never criticise the |
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pure and guiding Light of new Tomorrow. |
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But though they burned the history books, they |
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cannot kill the ghost that cruises Blindman's |
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boulevard and plants a rose . . . who flings his seeds |
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of Breakdown Bridge and sees a legend grow of life |
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beyond the throes of New Tomorrow. |
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And we have watched the sun roll down the |
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mountain to a frozen lake. We have heard our laughs |
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go on forever deep inside a crystal cave. We |
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told them as they plunged the needle, pledging |
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our escape from the all-embracing arms of New |
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Tomorrow. WE SHALL SEE OUR KINGDOM COME! |
