Here

my little abode
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as big as the whole wide world,
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the place I call home

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Headless South Africa

when our rainbow burns
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tears of all our shades are shed
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where are our leaders?

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Dresden 1990

a balcony fell
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sometime in the last decades
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still just lying there

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On Trump and the Pope

to uphold them both
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money and religion need
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artificial walls

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In Austria: March 1989

the colourful roof
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of Vienna’s cathedral
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greets me good morning

Milos: August 1999

old women in black
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baking bread in the caves
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olives on the hills

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Voice of the nation

can you hear us now?
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not too much to laugh about
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time to make a change

Matterhorn: April 1991

took the train that day
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trough the woods and icy Alps
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to snowy Zermatt

Exclusivity

the land of the free
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only for guns and Christians
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others not the dream

Focus

balancing the stones
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finding each one’s special place
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centering the core

The boy

so beautiful to see
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the pure heart of a child
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even when he cries

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Olive tree: July 2000

in Gethsemane
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I touched an old olive tree
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history alive

Amsterdam: July 1990

where spirits run free
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in the city of canals
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souls are being caught

Leipzig 1990

in such stark contrast
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ruins reflecting in the glass
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of new constructions

Refugee

clouds against the sky
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hills on the far horizons
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close by too much pain