The
blue on the sea
It
is calling back its time
The
tide has arrived
The
whisper of a tale
The
raining of self praises
It
will not go away
In
the radio it sings its catch phrase
In
reality the party members know nothing
The
racial undertones
Even
in circular by the women's wings
The
blue on the sea
It's
the calling time to go home
It's
the end of a regime
A
new one will take its place
The
founding father will be happy
Up
in the sky observing the fall
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