Gentley the simple one . (The day returneth grace for grace) -- On the edge of town where the wild children roam Free of the evil That is following them -- Spies and human monstrousness :: Lo we bring Flowers
Baskets of bread
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The flow of pure visions
Chaste maidens chasing
Every dreamer to the river source of his dream!
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Jews and Arabs alike are here . In the hour Past the controlling fear .. Drone airplanes and the war machine ////
I come to the house clean
Eternal child amongst real children there --
Gentle now simple sons And daughters The days to come are here
We are come here With our baskets full Of flowers and bread