Echoing The Opus
How did an ancient Opus over millenia survive
Do like weaving, farming, text and song alive
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Joker's One Way Train
Smilingly hidden cloaked in time's unforgiving shadow
While the coaches rush further, more hours to swallow
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We Are A Scoop Of Dust
Well trained minds a kill to make
Leave a dust storm in their wake
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There is a game as old as dare
That when it's drawn as square
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The Soil Calls Them
Hardened hands food's gateway keep
Of hopes and fears is what they reap
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Get to meet the oldest of programs that God made heav_nly
To know a woman angry and happy and filled with mise_y
Understand that what they say and mean is a traveling da_t
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Don't ever miss a ticketed ride the quiet reality train to sleep
Fight her speedy coaches not and blink long your sanity to keep
Too many believe too soon the worry waking hours are for real
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This morning at 5 began six months before,
A stranger was sent with powers galore,
In one hand her heart the other gripped time,
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If God Came Down
As ancient feet gently strode, all closed wings
Looking down to where those sweet voices sings
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