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Grow... the seed of evolution
(so many people, so many people)
Revolution never won
It's just another form of gun
To do again what they have done
With all our brothers' youngest sons
(so many people, so many people)


In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.


She Said, She Said
She said 'i know what it's like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad'
And she's making me feel like I've never been born


Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?