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769 B
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32 lines
769 B
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A necessary song
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to Che not in memoriam
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Your skin attached to the bone was lost on earth.
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Teardrop, and remembrance poem
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They are carving over fire
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the song of death
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gilded with machine guns from you.
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And here every night it searches your books
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the righteous purpose of all action.
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And your memory is open to anyone who is reborn,
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but you never need someone moose on an altar
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And make your formative legend image
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make it impossible dream catch up
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and learn some of your phrases memory
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to say: "I will be like him," without knowing
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And pregone shamelessly,
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without sleep, without love, without faith
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And your words lose sense of respect
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to the man born covered in your flower
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Some poet said, and would be fairer,
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today our duty is to defend yourself
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to be God. |