.I heard it be told these doves
Come in black
There's coal in their feathers,
They follow the tracks
Of steam locomotives
Bound for the hills
We trade in our white wings
And wait for the thrill
Fire blank bullets
And misjudge the truth
We star in our own biographical.
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