the road will be blocked
and the bridge will be closed
and you'll be somewhere across town
somewhere far away from me
i'll be able to see the explosions from my house
maybe i'll climb onto the roof
or just wander out into the closed street
among revellers and passersby
and watch the colours in the sky
mark the birth of our nation
and i'll wish your hand were in mine
and i'll long to see those colours light up your face
upturned
towards manmade miracles
an unspeakable beauty
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