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The tears and thunder
softly falling rain on the cracked concrete
the fire of stars of a long ago
heavens themselves bare witness
saddened smiles, and twinkling eyes
that even the twilight finds a way cover them
Banners singing in the wind
across lonely valleys
blareing horns, and great riders
from a time that never existed.
the slow steady march into melancholy
the blatant refusal to accept the way things are.
to make ones heart the way it 'ought to be
softly falling rain on the cracked concrete
the fire of stars of a long ago
heavens themselves bare witness
saddened smiles, and twinkling eyes
that even the twilight finds a way cover them
Banners singing in the wind
across lonely valleys
blareing horns, and great riders
from a time that never existed.
the slow steady march into melancholy
the blatant refusal to accept the way things are.
to make ones heart the way it 'ought to be