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No Cloud, A Sleepy Calm sunbaked Earth Thats Cooled By Gentle Breeze and Trees With Rustling Leaves only Endless Days Without A Care nothing Must Be Done
silent As A Day Can Be far Off Sounds Of Others On Their Chosen Run as They Do All Those Things They Feel Give Life Some Meaning even If Theyre Dull
time To Stop This Dreaming, Must Rejoin The Real World as Revealed By Orange Lights And A Smoky Atmosphere
the Trees And I Are Shaken By The Same Winds But Whereas the Trees Will Lose Their Withered Leaves i Just Cant Seem To Let Them Loose and They Cant Refresh Me Those Hot Winds Of The South feel Like An Alien, A Stranger In An Alien Place
now The Light Id Fading Fast chances Slip Away, A Time Will Come To Pass when Therell Be None then Addicted To A Perfumed Poison betrayed By Its Aftertaste we Shall Lose The Wonder And Find Nothing In Return many Are The Substitutes But Theyre Powerless An Their Own
beware The Fisherman Whos Casting Out His Line into A Dried Up River Bed but Dont Try To Tell Him Cos He Wont Believe You throw Some Bread To The Ducks Instead, Its Easier That Way feel Like An Alien, A Stranger In An Alien Place
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