in the guise of a yellow rose
i slide on by
just a guy on tv
standing in the rain
tear down the wall
let freedom
mix
with tears
at the canteen
eating angelfood and drinking wine
walk on by (in the guise of a yellow rose)
like a snowcrab with a smile
let lemons drop from the air
so that the juice might burn my eyes
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