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My brother stands at the back of the line |
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my children at the breaking wall |
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the clouds are opening over the earth |
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the palms a dark and waving wall |
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and we call back to the old familiar life |
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please hide me |
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My father climbs to the top of the rail |
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his head above the roaring world |
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his body burning |
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his eyes on the waves |
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and a god below the waterline |
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And the grim towers along the barrier line |
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in the cold light of a weakening star |
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unchain me |
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Though the last shower of fire wheels in the air |
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I am life breathed in the radiant lie |
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god made me |
