| It holds the fear of the awakening
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| Of its shivering shores breaking
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| Like those in the Middle Eastern
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| Will you take it?
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| Will you take this without question?
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| Fall in line with the poet
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| The — the — the press
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| The — the — the — the — the — the — the — the politician
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| Remember how we forgot about Vietnam, Afghanistan
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| Will you fall to stand for a dream you haven’t seen?
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| I’m afraid you will
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| You haven’t taken a pill
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| And you are totally stunned on war
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| Let there be peace
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| The world is like a mirror; |
| frown at it, and it frowns at you
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| And skeletons foxtrot from cupboards
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| So war correspondents become travel show presenters
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| And magpies bring back lost property
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| Children, engagement rings and broken things
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| Let there be peace
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| So storms can go out to see to be angry
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| And return to me calm
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| So the broken can rise and dance in hospitals
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| And let the aged Ethiopian man
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| In the grey block of flacks
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| Peer through his window
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| And see others before him
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| So, his thrilled outstretched arms
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| Become veins for his dreams
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| Let there be peace
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| And let tears evaporate to form clouds
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| Condenses, and fall into reservoirs, drinking the water
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| And let harsh memories burst into fireworks
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| That melt in the dark pupils of a child’s eyes and disappear
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| Let shores of diamonds, silver vision
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| Let the waves reach the shore, wither |