Bring it down.
I've tiptoed circles around you,
But my patience has run short.
Sound the horns.
Loud and clear,
The words have been spoken, My dear.
March off.
With rage boiling.
You don't understand,
But you march.
Watch it fall.
Crumbling down the cheeks of lost lovers.
But we've won-
Sound the horns, we've won.
The walls have crashed-
But we've won.
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