The Song
Chains are holding us artist at Bay,
Until what we have to offer,
Has been taken away,
The still minded are overcome towards moving words,
That are hush before the morning light,
For no one can stop the swirling winds,
Which separates the done from the did,
The art from the song that has just begun.
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