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Under a blood red sky,
A crowd has gathered in black and white.
Arms entwined, the chosen few—
The newspaper says, says,
Say it's true, it's true!
And we can break through!
Though torn in two,
We can be one.
I,
I will begin again.
I—
I will begin again.
They were singing about Merveilles. 😁 Or they might as well have.