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Pigeons
Set your wandering soul in the sand
Let your hair grow long
Let your feet firmly stand upon the water
Worry not of what’s to come
For today is tomorrow’s debtor
And, today is as free as yesterday was
Your pain remains thoughtfully hidden
Within the projects of your hands
Within the righteous, breath-stricken soldiers
That your wisdom aims to command
Time is due, for the time has come to hold her
Though years have become the chains you drag
Pigeons stained in gasoline water
Standing clones, irrevocably somber
We are pigeons stained in gasoline water
