The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales,
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest,
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose,
(Fire at will in this open sea - son!)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well!
(It's all written down in this age-- of rea - son!)
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The animals run through harvested fields of fire,
The bitterness shown in the face of the homeless,
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses, the sudden---- rain----,
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose,
(Fire at will in this open sea - son!)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well!
(It's all written down in this age-- of rea - son!)
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