In moments when each note brings
a memory, and feelings float above
the lines the singer sings and instruments play
such moments, like wine for the spirit
add a giddiness to the melancholy
and sadness to the sweet tastes like a cold, funeral feast.
It still rings in the ears and flows in deep thoughts.
Chest -deep snows, piles lead to flood near sweet water lakes,
dark clouds gather above the heart of freedom,
and madmen plunder the East. Yet, in all the world,
like the flutters of wings in chaos,
mankind is still linked to its weakest virtue; it is tied
to its greatest sins...
the child falls in Ferguson.
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