March 2009
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For We Worked For This New Era, Equally
I do not wish to bow my head in the cold air I do not believe in a clasping of hands Were the hands nearest and warmest In conjunction with my own To be deemed by the speaker a sin This clasping No I worked for this new era, equally It was born of all of our dreams and late nights Early mornings in cold or heat I worked for this new era, equally The channeling of voice to the power of my God is...