Gentley the simple  one
.
(The day returneth grace for grace)
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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
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I come to the house clean

Eternal child amongst real children there
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Gentle now simple sons
And daughters
The days to come are here

We are come here
With our baskets full
Of flowers and bread