I want to write
of the sun that'll shine
of the clear sky
and the cold spring air
Not of the foggy dawn, that's
something so powerful
it hides the hillside
with its cold mist
I want to see
the flailing banners
that an attractive girl
swings, marching onwards
Not submissiveness
of acceptance
or the forced convention that
causes resentment
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