From the album Credite Posteri

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Early Proposals For Coexistence *

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Aye to the mother, of all things new
Take us farther, bring us to you
Over the mountains, through the village
Out to the suburbs where we now live

I'm just a messenger, I bring the way to her

From the dictators propped by myths
They took all that was hers, and raised her kids
Bound by a banner of communist fates
They thrived off of anger to create their state

Freedom is beauty, once you know
Only you make it from your own soul
See that her brothers find the way
Into America and here you will stay