Where are you tonight at the end of day
Where cold winds do not blow
And changing season brings no more hope
Than an opening in the grave yard.
Whose note had fallen from the sky
Like wind on some faraway beach
The sand grains scrape between
The turning gears of my mind.
When's flower is pressed up against Never's frown
A golden How's glass shatters
Silent whisperings and longings for a romance
Among uncommon minds.
He who lives outside the law
Should not throw stones
And he who does not speak
Should never expect to hear.
Where cold winds do not blow
And changing season brings no more hope
Than an opening in the grave yard.
Whose note had fallen from the sky
Like wind on some faraway beach
The sand grains scrape between
The turning gears of my mind.
When's flower is pressed up against Never's frown
A golden How's glass shatters
Silent whisperings and longings for a romance
Among uncommon minds.
He who lives outside the law
Should not throw stones
And he who does not speak
Should never expect to hear.
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