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Think
The people are running
Far away
Crying dying alive today
The fire is burning
They’ll die today
Buildings crumbling
You’ll die today
The flag is waving
Last salute
At half mast
And a single flute
And as the fire’s burning
the buildings down
in the union’s last hurrah
and the people are running
and the child is crying
alone in the corner
of the bathroom
with the broken sink
and the statesmen and heretics
sleep and dream
We all need time to think
