softly.........drifting

a song and then
we

may
if the heart wants

release
all anger and fears
and hence
all pain

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wildly , freely we
gather

drink sacred nectar

and take the children from
the wars

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visions drift

the master sits the hill

you may join him

he would be pleased

but its all really
up to you

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words are so abused

hence

the dying currency
dying economy
dying country

when all is gone!

we remain