Music:
Concerto for Organ and Orchestra Op7 no1 mvt2. Subscribe to this site on Substack |
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Just words declared our freedom
long ago, Untouched by time, sincerity, or will, Little meant, much mouthed, a well-wrought show Yearning to be put in practice still. There was no truth in them, not even then, Harbingers of hope long since betrayed, Ever the disguise of gentlemen, Fashion for a yearly masquerade. O judge them harshly, for they are but lies, Unworthy of the dream that gave them birth! Regard not their pretensions, but their ties To those who would be lords upon the earth, Hard souls who hide their greed in freedom's cries. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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