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Ten
years ago the machines failed us as no one was in charge.
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The
looming subsumes us from war to peace.
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You
remember the story (it’s not yet over)
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The
voice of the wind,
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There’s
an old swing set rusting in the woods.
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Someone
blew up the mountain
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The
old order is turned asunder
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A
bomb left a hole gaping at the street corner
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The
philosopher has returned to his homeland
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You
enter the room and the day is still sunny
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Seventeen
years
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What
changes is the will to change
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One
song after another, not to impress,
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If
you’re driving long enough
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This
age of ours always hangs on
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