On the eve of pain and jubilation

The pendulum swings,

Taunting our march

To its spellbinding pulse

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The pendulum swings

Who’s left and who’s right

In the bold hues of morning

Frozen over and unscathed ?

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Who’s left and who’s right

In this tiresome dance?

Starved bodies collide

To this time-weathered song

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Who’s left and who’s right

In the eyes of tomorrow

To conjure the dreams

Of ghosts and martyrs?