The Full Moon Guerrillas

Masons of the day the clock face cannot confine,
sisters of the fire and brothers of vine,
I bear joy in me
that is not only mine.
I am seeing omens of a great spring's due date,
silver tongues of flame in the night sky,
now ours is all there is,
the time is right - let's open up the gate.

The full moon guerrillas are riding along -
that's where I belong.
The full moon guerrillas are riding along,
I don't mind, frankly...

They've got their knowledge on the other side,
bright shiny deer on the black snow-slide,
I know all there is, my only love,
how come I never tried? (I wish I tried...)
So who is then our master and where's his whip,
fear his delight and dishonor his grip?
We will but sing our song, my only love,
that's all our craftsmanship.

The full moon guerrillas are riding along -
that's where I belong.
The full moon guerrillas are riding along,
I don't mind, frankly...

The full moon guerrillas are on their ride...
The hidden moon guerrillas are on their ride...

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