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Rated: E · Lyrics · Political · #2175159
The place is serene. Small town. Sweet Folks. Between the Races for Mayor Supreme
Ballad of a Small Town Election

In fair Quilcene town where I vote
The trees still line the lanes
My town still wears its leafy coat
Streets flood in the heavy rains

I sing my song for I know my heart
Though my vote this day may tear us apart

Candidates for Mayor serenade
Tense crowds with sweet refrains
Sincere promises are lemonade
For dancers casting off their pains

They sing our song for they know our heart
But they don't know the future is to tear us apart

Election day trots through town a horse
Unbridled mare no soul detains
Ballots cast spells that with remorse
Elect a man with the lesser stains

He sings our song for he knows our heart
But he don't know he's the future to tear us apart

Quilcene mayor your name be just
Town folks’ caustic refrains
Leafy coated streets turn to dust
Where fresh snows clog the lanes

You sing our song for you know our heart
But you don't know your the future to tear us apart

Goodnight now Mayor of fair Quilcene
Four years with no reflection
Gone now my fair towns’ life serene
To curse your re-election

We'll sing our song for we know our heart
But we don't know the future will tear us apart

A Poem In Ballad Form
30 Lines


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