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To a Mahatma, "great soul"..
on the road of defeat
pushed deeper pulled defeated sad
your eyes stared through the greyness
and saw it all
your deep eyes stared through the fog
and saw the love within the wall
... gentle gentle soul
sublime life affirming our buried dreams
by your payment we are saved to make you pay
but you pay and without hate stand
in the hall of defeat you stand
where cows dance a jig you stand
where betrayal
is progress
and power
is the bigger gun...
you stand and sing the dream
..
by your payment we are saved to make you pay
t'is your payment that saves us ... just!
to make YOU pay
but you pay and without hate stand
in the hall of defeat you stand
in the graveyard of trampled flowers your eyes die
.....in a gentle kiss
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