I am burning
But tonight it's empty
In a smoke choked house.
Of warm glows and Whispered goodnights.
Some old war song
Riot, disorder, set the banks on fire.
Once I heard it
Used to play here.
And the sound it made
Stand up, be counted, no one's buying me.Was sad but hopeful.
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