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The summer sun hangs hot and low, on screens that cast a pale blue glow.
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A weary nation holds its breath, to watch a stage of life and death.
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Two old men we've seen before, to settle up a long-held score.
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One a king who lost the thread, one whose words wake up the dead.
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Oh, the wheel of fortune, how it groans, on whispered words and brittle bones.
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The story's old, the ink is new, for me and you, for me and you.
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We watch the giants rise and fall, and write their names upon the wall.
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But the wind just blows the dust away, to fight again another day.
0:59
Joe's voice was a rasping plea, a ghost of what it used to be.
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He stumbled on a train of thought, a battle bravely, poorly fought.
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Then Donald came with fire and sound, on weakness that he'd quickly found.
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A storm of boasts, a flood of claims, calling out his rival's names.
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Oh, the wheel of fortune, how it groans, on whispered words and brittle bones.
1:36
The story's old, the ink is new, for me and you, for me and you.
1:43
We watch the giants rise and fall, and write their names upon the wall.
1:50
But the wind just blows the dust away, to fight again another day.
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Then down the street, in halls of white, nine judges argued through the night.
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They weighed the power of a man, and changed the course of law and plan.
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An "official act" can be excused, a "private" one can be accused.
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So Trump v. United States must wait, and seal a delayed trial's fate.
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And the farmer checks the worried sky, the driver watches cars go by.
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The mother rocks her child to sleep, with promises she hopes to keep.
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We hear the noise, we feel the strain, like thunder from a distant train.
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Is it coming for us, or passing on? We'll only know when the storm is gone.
2:57
Oh, the wheel of fortune, how it groans, on whispered words and brittle bones.
3:04
The story's old, the ink is new, for me and you, for me and you.
3:12
We watch the giants rise and fall, and write their names upon the wall.
3:19
But the wind just blows the dust away, to fight again another day.
Lissin Team
· Apr 28, 2026
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