Hear the bells fake their chiming and the people mime their crying
As they sing to all the dynamites starting to explode out on the sea
Hear the firecrackers seeping into the strange percussions beating
As all the violins start in weeping and the cellos begin to speak;
Where the buildings are ever burning and the statues are always fleeing
Where the curtains are often falling while the viewers still can see--
That the world is on a pole, and is dancing in a storm
All destroyed of course, in her dreams of being free.

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