The Inside Tempo
Old boys!
Jut their youths' ideas
Marvel at dark streets
Surrounded by lark' sound
Age of the sun
Life of the earth
Facts seem phoney
All dwindle hardy hopes
Tongues spoken
Words split open
Guns left free
And harvest in vain
Hearts desired
Reality crooked
For the way paved
Broken justice reserved
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