and here we are
and here we arestars in the universal life
letters on letters
on letters of pages
contained in historical truth
on the habits of love
that rain on the windows
that look down on streets
filled with aisles and alleyways
where walk all the musical dreams
and here we are
here we are
sometimes prophets
sometimes poets
but most times just proper
and innocent human beings
filled with anger or dudley do-right
emotions and reflexes dancing
on tightropes without glasses
roses clenched in our teeth
we are the people
lonely triumphant
once burnt once singed
but still smelling good
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