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I BELIEVE
if God were made of mortar and stone,
sitting on a golden throne,
would he fall down from skies windblown?
and if a dream can really die, we moan,
at their funerals, please don't cry,
pick the pieces up and march in stride,
and sing a dirge to love,
...and the dove of piece,
has such scrawny meat,
not enough for us to eat...tonight.
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