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by Thomas Hews

Created on: January 30, 2009 Last Updated: March 05, 2012

Leave me, leave me, winds of change,
And sweep away what's left of shame.
The plastic army faults and feigns.
So leave me, winds of change.

Lift me, lift me, winds of change,
And carry me through newborn bliss.
The plastic army seems too tame.
So lift me, winds of change

Goad me, goad me, winds of change,
Push me out of sweet embrace.
The plastic army sees my face.
Till winds of change, I cannot taste

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