For all I care If we own The Symbol Our power, twice as much, Never moves The Cross, at all. Hence, I can't be standing down, The cause is winning its campaign And the journey, thunderous at the offing, Blows a mind-opening sail. Untie now the yellow ribbons In the old Oakwood. As we cry the last revolution, Have the red armbands secured. I envision a compact That's more than written in blood Because, above This State, I'm a mutineer for your love.
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