They were coming in,
to break down the door,
the one with the aging sticker of the American flag,
the one that was sea foam,
like her in her pointed hat,
and they were going to break it down,
under the moonlight,
the very same that belonged to all of us,
I didn't know my rights,
and it wasn't because I didn't care about them,
it was because I didn't know where to turn---
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