Rain falls
hiting the road.
Runing
here, and there,
...
Moving through the water
sliding through the grass.
A serpent, bound in histroy
a ghost from the past.
...
Would it ever work for us
lines burning on a page.
So near, so far
in another age.
...
In the square.
Looking up to take the air.
It is a lovely day.
But she know that anyway.
...
There a land
called make believe.
Just move this
cloud with a heave.
...
When all the prayers have been said.
And all the children are in bed.
On my own i slip away.
My mind to dance, some times to play.
...
Rising out of the morning
our new hopes.
Rising out of the morning
our new dreams.
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