Parading

Our song resettles no rocks, it makes no trees move, it

And so we sing it
Has come to nothing, this sour song, but it's all we've got
Has come to nothing, this sour song, but it’s all we’ve got
And so we sing it
And so we sing it
being ourselves
being ourselves
Matter we have no choice in. —Charles Wright
Matter we have no choice in.
—Charles Wright

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