Upon the misty vail there rides
a splintered golden dream
where horses run and play
the wildest rarely seen
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the truth of our existence
matters little to the rich
but to those of humble origin
it's upon the 'post' upon the 'hitch'
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in olden days of cowboy towns
the swank lived in ranches bleu
while hillbillies lived in ramshackle shacks
but held on to truth as true
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the dueling music of the time
as pretty as a newborn rhyme
or the trees along the Rhein
or ones' favorite valentine
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the answers that we seek today
are no simple feat
but with peoples rising to unite
we'll ascend together, finally meet
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upom the prairie winds there rides
oer' a thousand family trees
just as forrest floors become
Autumns' fallen leaves
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in the future's past and present
dwells an ancient seed
to sow the best of all that is
to heal the wounds that bleed
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one nations' call
a desperate cry
yet, not alone it dwells
for all countries mourne their dreams
when other nations fail
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a gilded age of gluttony
and the arrogance of "climb"
a corporitized monopoly
to hide their crimes behind
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the four horseman have risen nigh
to have their final say
the apogee of greed for power
a blazing scream foretold of doom
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power vacuums full of strife
rode the final waves
their crest a sojourned flight
trading plague for people's days
mere trinket-lining for their pockets
as scores of people died
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along with death and destitution
as hungry children stand in lines
claiming 'fair' days for Faraday's warning
their legacy defined
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