If you leave before the sun comes up,
will you hold the light for me?
If it's quiet when the door shuts,
will you leave me here in peace?
No monologue,
No swordplay,
No yelling in the streets.
There was a war here,
in the aftermath,
you made a hasty retreat.
We run away to find where it is that we belong,
when history forgets,
the angels and the lions.
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