Himself

Sun Sep clear
The wall calendar
The first wrinkle face adorns my

People suddenly shouts
It destroys the quantum me advice
I want to burn in the knowledge

In the shadow of smoke
You can hear me strange
And my voice is the same

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I want the power to govern itself
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I feel that I can handle it

It still is not me
Perhaps just a little closer
In all its glory

No one knows
That first time I run
From his hiding-place children

In the shadow of smoke
You can hear me strange
And my voice (and my voice) is the same

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I myself want to dominate
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You know that I have to handle

A voice whispers
The wound to wound can be
My mouth is dumb
Do not be dumb

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I myself want to govern?
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I know that it can handle
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I myself want to rule ...