If not for one there could never be two
Two by two they march to you
lines and rows like gravestones
Weapons of mettle held in their hands
Over time the shapes might change
But the intent stays the same
Each one like the one before
Each one to settle the score
The great equalizer of mice and men
To pull together and tear apart again
The lines are drawn on maps and oceans
The world is smaller then one remembers
When the curtain is drowned the fiddler plays his fiddle
The dancers dance while the actors speak
We all have our part even those who do nothing
So when the curtain closes do you find yourself standing?
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