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I went down to the Cathedral of War
As the generals' service was ending
And I asked a general "What is the point?"
"Cause it looked like a game of pretending
And he frowned and sputtered and stamping his foot
Said "Young Woman, it's no game at all"
And his words were all daggers and knives
And the look in his eyes was a terrible wall
I went down to the Cathedral of Time
To pray for a better tommorow
And I lit a candle to burn at both ends
Just to light up my chasm of sorrow
And the minutes and seconds were scattered about
But they kept slipping right through my hands
And the tide washed them into the past
Flowing out of a castle of hourglass sands
I went down to the Cathedral of Song
To polish the trumpets of treason
And I stood in the aisle and answered the call
Of a songbird who sang out of season
And I shouted of honor and beauty and truth
In the eyes of each woman and man
And I spoke of the gifts we are blind to in youth
Which we find at the heart of the Plan
HATA BİLDİR
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