The river is still orange
The night still hushed
Save for the shouting
Save the shouting
Launched from the rooftops:
We have come back
From out on the lam
We lay hushed for so long
The land had been trampled
The grass had grown over
Taking it back and
Knocking the crust off and
Singing the songs and
Kissing each other
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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