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                       The spirit of the      Only One

                      (     We talk of many things    )

                  The only child
sleeps in the alleyways

We talk of oh so many things                            

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Listen

The gentle rain
      
                            (   The homeless mother weeps  )

We struggle for prosperity

Below the drone airplanes
That

                               Keep us in our            Place

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It's just another morning here in dystopia !

                                 (  The homeless mother weeps )

            The spirit of the        Only One

Wanders down by the alleyway

Sees the child and stays

To guard his holy dreams                                    

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Two great birds in the sky

Omens of the coming days