Dare Not Make This Grave Mistake
Soon the sounds of madness cease
The instruments have come unstrung
As if we played on rusted strings
The music has become undone
And life has lost its melody
Thus so it goes, our history
We know what is at last at stake
Is anyone still listening
You dare not make this grave mistake!
The words you blithely said and sung
The fool…
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