| It was a night meeting:
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| somewhere in a troubled land.
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| They came with no greeting;
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| left without a shaken hand.
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| Nearby the town sleeping
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| was unaware of what was done.
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| No need for watchkeeping,
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| they’ll be gone before the sun.
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| You may not see just where the sense is
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| in the actions of the State.
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| You may not know the consequencses
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| of their actions till too late.
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| The rival factions still debate
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| as shadows gather at your gate.
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| It was a night meeting:
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| independent, prearranged,
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| to get a signed treaty,
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| force the government to change.
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| Secret diplomacy without the means to make their policy prevail.
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| Meanwhile the powers that be behind the scenes have guaranteed to see
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| them fail.
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| You seem beyond the jurisdiction
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| of the democratic powers.
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| You do not see the contradiction
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| of the watchmen in the towers,
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| you turn your back as night devours
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| the final chance, the final hours.
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| It was a night meeting:
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| these are men who won’t be missed.
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| Their lives were just fleeting:
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| they don’t offically exist. |