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Soon I will
rise onto the mesa,
Play on the tableland under the lights.
Three nights at the Royal Albert Hall.
All my aspiration...
All aspire...
The morning sky on the high plateau, afire.
Enter the
pop warrior
Held in thrall to seven tiers,
"Hello darkness" for twenty-four years.
Be beautiful.
Be a man.
Do what no one can.
Stand for genetic union.
Be mild in a battle blaze.
Go out on
the field of praise to the apron.
Tell every stall: tomorrow it's over.
Tonight is all.
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London
April 1988