Last Peace

We'll try once more, the idle child
Will linger on, itching Ekbom's smile
A ringing gong, a wild style
Beauteous, a perfect child
The human hand will till the land
And part debris of old city, yeah
We're planting seed of long gone breed
On battered shore, on forest floor, yeah



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Writer(s): John Peter Dwyer
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