unrest
it's a crime of passion
undressed
it's the latest fashion
these walls
create the other
will fall
before we're torn asunder
i don't even want
to try to touch the ground
eyes fixed upward,
we are weightless in the sound
we are fools and kings
and noble cowards once again
with ragged voices singing
at last we've learned to live
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My optimism spent a semester abroad, but it's back now.
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