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It was a night meeting |
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Somewhere in a troubled land |
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They came with no greeting |
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Left without a shaken hand. |
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Nearby the town sleeping |
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Was unaware of what was done |
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No need for watchkeeping |
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They'll be gone before the sun. |
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You may not see just where the sense is |
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In the actions of the |
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State You may not know the consequences |
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Of their actions till too late |
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The rival factions still debate |
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As shadows gather at your gate. |
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It was a night meeting |
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They won't admit on either side |
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There'll be no press briefing |
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Information classified. |
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It was a night meeting |
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Independently arranged |
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To get a signed treaty |
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Force the government to change. |
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Secret diplomacy |
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Without the means to make their policy prevail |
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Meanwhile the powers that be |
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Behind the scenes have guaranteed to see them fail. |
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You seem beyond the jurisdiction |
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Of the democratic powers |
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You do not see the contradiction |
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Of the watchmen in the towers |
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You turn your back as night devours |
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The final chance, the final hours. |
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It was a night meeting |
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These are men who won't be missed |
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Their lives were just fleeting |
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They don't officially exist. |
