"dearest what a feeling watching you dancing in the fire
our ship a-sailing somewhere
along the road the marching band filling up the gap
the soldiers left, and your cries.
Ten million voices united behind one man
paragraphs of hatred disillusion.
They're yelling at their teachers and yelling at their friends
heading in the wrong direction
and it's a long way to the shadow,
it's a long way to the shadow and you 're not there yet
it's a long way to the shadow,
it's a long way to the shadow of the heart of darkness
The sound of silver and the boots tapping on the ground
your mothers are lodging a foreign tongue
the bomb scent in your nostrils and the cemetery land
the river has grown old today"
DCW
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