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God's Anthem
The night buries it's stars
under the drapes of dawn light
lulled to sleep by little surges
of bird-songs
God's anthem
at dusk, they will meet again
Pulses of immolated consciences stir
beneath the clogging city streets
they all have places to go
dreams to chase
hearts to break
some may make it
others [i]will fall short
but we still do it all over again
When the stars are buried once more
under the drapes of dawn light
and traffic drowns out
the chirps of morn
we flutter our eyes
and breathe
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