The
quiet shadows
Sitting
around the field
The
mute silence
The
dark sky descends
The
flags waving
Initially
it has the fever
The
voices and shouts
The
fever on the high
The
sea of blue
The
field colours by it
Then
the screen shows
The
silence of the shadows
When
the dust has settled
When
the screaming has gone
When
the gravy train finally stops
Bee
Anne bites the dust
The
rise of the Rocket
The
ascension of the Moon
The
Eye of a new hope
It
shines in the blossoming night
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