a year ahead a light is crushin through, going out Flying Down so soon?. A ripple in the stares Is reining, too the passed was played it smoked stayed!. Im glad I rolled Im glad you came. But, has it ever been darker than today? Morning bring us back to find innocence as A word, as a kind, arced, up in a northern town Holding up Facedown ... a sure little wonder, wed been Told, where mystery walks so mean low. Hello... I remember nothing I tried to speak Always stirring. Couldnt you stand a little sleep? I came home on an inside line. But, howd you Know? Howd you believe?
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