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Gilded Dust

There's a curtain between us, me and you

So what else could I do?

but build it up

till the red bricks stretch to the white clouds

and you can't tell them apart.

 

What happened to my people on the other side?

What happened since we had to hide

from their yacht club?

Their towering windows from here to the shroud?

and you can't tell it apart.

 

I had to break the windowpane to build the wall

Are they still standing tall

in their gilded dust?

My tongue was salted, cut, and disallowed

and you can't tell us apart anymore.

 

We are the white clouds

We are the bluebirds

They are the red wall

They are the black blur.

and you can't tell us apart anymore.

 

We are the mighty

They are the proud

We are the ready

They are the loud.

and you can't tell us apart anymore.

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EasonBrooks
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Feb 8
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