| When another midnight comes to rest
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| On the cheek of our sleeplessness
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| All crusaders will wake and dress
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| Pull their flags from their pillowcases
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| You could hear of Eden hold its breath
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| On this the anniversary of Wonder’s death
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| O ho an occasion what a terrible mess
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| Or a time for a new dress
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| How to live a noble life
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| In this the age of insanity
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| Where every prophet’s face is turnin' white
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| It’s the look the look of can it be?
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| It’s shock it’s horror it’s despair
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| It’s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair
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| Teacher drooling unaware
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| Where are my students?
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| Where o where?!
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| Poet to poet nun to nun
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| I’ve met a distance that I have to run
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| Man with madness must come undone
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| I’m going down a smoking gun
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| All the commuters will hear out words
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| And hide in garages like frightened birds
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| But you can’t stop the moaning of the Earth
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| And the midnight crackling of my nerve!
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| Just another midnight falling
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| Come out come out!
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| Angels come out!
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| It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
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| Come out come out at the end of the world!
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| It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
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| Come out come out the time is now!
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| It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
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| O another midnight!
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| ' Sarah Slean |