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do not deceive yourself, o my friends,

for they are on the march again,

so certain now that might is right


faded blooms of sixty-seven

must needs flower again, once more

inside machine guns muzzles grow


no matter how silly the dream

seemed then and may yet still be,

forgotten, darkness will descend


falling on you, me, all of us

darkness falls alongside hatred,

dividing always, you from me


eyes blind with night, we shall not see

ears deaf with screams, we shall not hear

silent with fear, we shall not speak