In the expanse of the scene unfolding before my eyes,
In the expanse of the rusty roofs spread in an infinite distance
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A cold day
A time to move into the sun
To shine with sun's warmth
The temptations of a new day
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There is a sleep no man desires
There is something about that sleep
That sends fear down the hearts of men
That world unknown yet revered by fear
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You are not a painter
So cut for them some timber
Make fourteen chairs and more beds,
Add some tables
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If I try to go back into the hands of time
I can't recall the first day of my life
But with care and affection from mom I grew up
With the passing of age to school I went
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I loved you girl
Oh…how I loved you
With the world breaking apart
I loved you still
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There is no tomorrow,
We have been through yesterday,
We live in the present
And finally speculate about the future,
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I watch the world in helpless consternation
Not from a moral high stool but from a mind hanging
Dangling imaginatively in the emptiness of the skies
From a high cliff in the bare mountains the desert stretches far
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When I was down and lost in the jungle
Trudging along gorges and mountain crevasses
Staring into an empty vastness of mind and soul
Seeking a pole position to start a late race in life
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I speak my mind with my voice of criticism
In kindness I refuse to be subdued by my choice of words
And my message remains the same to the world
For shame may be the veil made of vile gold
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