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Overture for movement '
A ghost removes his footsteps, a broom of
Misplaced anger, a broom of'
And the camera is still rolling '
The story has not ended for a heart is never misplaced
A tattered sail on a ship still strong
To call on Betsy Ross to weave the flag upon the mast
As I follow on into this night with the map of our stars
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