sipping soda,
reading ferlinghetti.
It’s my privilege.
Sure does ruin a meal to know that anyone’s needs are unfulfilled.
That’s why we’re gathered here,
it’s for every one of us and a love of.
Can’t leave it up to fate
or an invisible hand we’ve had too much of that.
Pretty windy mountains.
The sound of their fall is soft.
One cage built on Monday…
Tuesday is a cage for us all.
That’s why we’re gathered here under melting skies in parking lots and on waves.
We’re architects of a new dream house.
We'll find out place.

Lyrics submitted by Maycomb

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