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// Prologue - The Egg and the High Wall 
// Story: The Egg and the High Wall 
// by swirlstar 
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Prologue
The Egg and the Wall
The Keyboard Songstress


Flowers all a-bloom,
The smile of the groom,
Those sepia scenes, fond dreams from the past;
The bars of the cell,
The jailhouse’s bell,
Those wonderful days, they’re ending at last…

Some wake from drunken sleep
And think that nothing’s changed;
Some trade their freedom cheap
And replaced with chains-
They’ve put on all their chains-
You’ve put on your chains!

One way, to be the egg that smashes on the wall;
One way, to be the lamb that bleats within its stall!

Fire-bell’s a-ring,
The enemies spring,
Those sepia scenes, they yellow away;
Their uphold-ed spears,
Your terrors and fears,
Those wonderful days, they’re fading to gray…

Too long, naïve, we thought
Our fortune here to stay;
And now, they’ve disappeared
And replaced with chains-
They’ve put on all their chains-
You’ve put on your chains!

One way, to be the egg that smashes on the wall;
One way, to be the lamb that bleats within its stall!

One egg, its lonely fate to bleed against the wall;
More eggs, they bind as one; a push – the wall will fall!

One way, to be the egg that smashes on the wall;
One way, to be the lamb that bleats within its stall…

[Hailing from Ponyville, the Keyboard Songstress recorded this protest song to demonstrate solidarity with local ponies dispossessed by the Ponyville High-Speed Rail Project. Within hours, all her songs were pulled off Equestrian radio, and all venues where she was scheduled to play in cancelled her bookings. The Equestrian Government has not commented on the issue.]