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My Love Is Like Some Raven At My Window With A Broken Wing.

As I Stepped To The Stage To Pick Up My Degree, And The Locusts Sang Off In The Distance.

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.