All Along

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He was gonna take
The red ribbon from your hair
The blue ribbon from your heart
He looked himself straight in the whites of his own eyes
And decided he could

Should

For hadn’t he worked hard
Hadn’t some sacred text, garbled
Some silence, repeated
Ruled him worthy
Ruled you less than

And All The People Said

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Let the sounds in — all of them!

Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls

See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs

Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action

Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them

Create order from disorder and call it good again

At the end of the day, we must