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What relief to be among men used to deeper wonders than the waves
Men too proud to mend their ways
What relief to be among men who swore never to stumble, never to tire
Never to waste their time by preaching to the choir
But to take this longing onto the streets
For that's where dissent and disloyalty shall meet
For that's where beauty and necessity shall meet
I have many friends like you can't count the wheat
And many are those who shared their bread along the river Aif
And we all shared shelter, danger and wine too
To join in this bloodless birth of hope
For we find neither dignity nor comfort in rest like you
And as they threw open their orchards I found you there
Between two rows of tenderness and two rows of despair
And as they threw open their orchards I found you there
Between two rows of tenderness and two rows of despair
And now I owe you all
And now I owe you all
Now we're left picking up the pieces
Of ideals smothered in pomp
And told to cherish whatever lowers and weeps
And blame it on the one who rises and leaps
And yet we shall remain among the few leaderless men
The only ones to refuse to become leaders of men
Who are still strangers to gloating
Who are still strangers to loathing
And as they threw open their orchards I found you there
Between two rows of tenderness and two rows of despair
And as they threw open their orchards I found you there
Between two rows of tenderness and two rows of despair
And now I owe you all
And now I owe you all
And now I owe you all
