Swell
deeper it seems just now
nearer closer rising
that sense of swelling
we know so well
breath distended
the tide's running
surging with pride
chests pushed out
currents roll into waves
herding lonely stars
not rusted on
believe they too belong
dear leader took it further
hard wired nor to facts
whistling tweetie's tunes
the fear done wrong
dialed up on party-lines
on song against the flow
them good ol' days fantasy
gonna make right everything
swans sing
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