Time to inhale the fetid air and sing

Time to gesture my love

For those with the cheapest seats

Time to bear my breast for eternity

All around carried by my voice

 

Born in the follow spot

That illumines only innocence

Only uncrushable love

 

A lost war with no shots fired

Here downtown in the opera house

Paid for by the patricians of rot

The patrons of neglect  

 

 

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