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Speak only with your voices and not the sword
Listen to your leaders and the words of the Lord
Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme
For I have had a dream.
While fury gathers around you provoking you to hate
Remember what I told you, don't heed the dangled bait
Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme
For I have had a dream.
The leaders of the country are speaking just the same
As those who've gone before them and those who are to blame
Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme
For I have had a dream.
Proclaim a day of mourning and let the flags fly low
The future is before us as I have told you so
Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme
For I have had a dream
Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme
For I have had a dream.
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Cousins
Her hair the weeping willow at the water's edge
And from my windy crag above the moorland sedge
I see the willow fronds caress the ripples
I feel her nipples at my fingertips.
Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts in an open field
The supple fingered winter wind the grass concealed
And though the winter wind may be deceiving
I feel her breathing at my fingertips.
Her legs the spreading branches of the tree of life
The willow wand will bend before the woodman's knife
The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire
Her warm desire is at my fingertips.
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Cousins
She looks so frail beside you as she wears her sick disguise
You say she'll soon be better as you dry her tearful eyes
You tell her fairy stories, she tries to understand
She looks to you for comfort and holds out her little hand.
But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again.
You gently kiss her forehead and from the room you creep
But you linger in the doorway as she whimpers in her sleep
Her cheeks are flushed like sunset and her head's an open fire
All night she turns and tosses as her temperature gets higher.
But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again.
The night light in the corner casts a soft and peaceful glow
Her face becomes much cooler and her breathing much more slow
She dreams of clowns and princes sailing boats and trains
The fairies come by moonlight to take away her pain.
And early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again
She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine
She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine
She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine.
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Cousins
Wake up one day, you're left alone
From now on you're on your own
The sands of time are running low
You'll have nothing left to show
The months slip by and change to years
Soon the twilight gloom appears
And then one day before you know
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
The pictures on the walls are shaking
They can hear the storm a-breaking
Storms may come and storms may go
You'll have nothing left to show
Buildings all around are trembling
They can hear the earth a-rumbling
Buildings come and buildings go
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
Tomorrow brings another dawn
It might be better from now on
Before too long that day will go
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
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