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sound the trumpets
smash the windows
there is nothing a revolution can't do

the doors are splintered
the night is young
we are but puppets on lonely strings

whatispower/whatisglory/whatislove

say this dance won't be the last
and say you aren't a ghost from the past

oh how i loved you so.

and someone understands
who cares?

why do we search
for things forbidden
for things dangerous
for love?

an act of doing nothing is still acting
we are agents of change (the most popular word of 2008/2009!)
no, we are mere sufferers
in god's grand design

man is a creature of deception
for what lies under the mask
is too scary even for our eyes

and they say we are cowards
kings
we will be

even in the falling autumn leaves
we see the random unity

we are not each other
but we are one.

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and i like the feel of my pencil
against the paper
creating magic