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He stands alone among the throng His voice a choir of one And, oh, he knows what you have done
The shoe-thrower has spoken And he has thrown I wish the shoes had been my own
The hurler then was beat and broken But his message twirled In words and pictures 'round the world
A symbol now, imprisoned still The hero's shoes a gun The hero's shoes too big to fill And all, oh, know what you have done
MG 12/27/08
10:04 PM
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