Salamon Atmosphere

The trees.

Naked they stand
All of them together
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It lays across the horizon, where the yellow grass meets stone walls. Out on the fields through the wooden gates. Above the barren hills. Under the hungry valleys. Distant from the flattned dirt.

The paths of trodden leafs are nothing but wait. The sky is forever white and the moon forever grey. Banners and shields are crushed by a blade and the yellow grass is covered in red paint.
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Without being able to remember the moment I fell asleep
I woke up sleeping inside of a castle keep
Upon the floor of gold their laid a rug so neat
In scarlet red, right below my crooked feet
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'an early winter morning i walked down a road
maybe you could say its fall, but surly very cold
the leaves still dropping down dead from the trees
just like candle wax it fell so suddenly
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he who never fall
he who never crawl
he who never scream
he who never feel
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i wouldnt wanna live in a world without sea, would you?
if so we cry our salty tears onto the sand, could do.
until we drown into the reservoir of sorrow, what who?
let it wander down your cheek, dont move
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yeah.. I guess I can
I can, I can. I can.
But why?
Oh right, do not overthink.
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Oh I see you alright.
You have been working so hard!
Day in. Day out.
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We all do, stumble upon the crooked highway
Along the ditches there might be treats
We might jump across to see
Go looking for a while
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At midnight, right before bed, I gazed into the black vault above.
Although the eternity still hid in the shadows, it had moved.

Twas the stars, rattling in their stalls, chained to infinite time. Usually they shone bright with pirecing light, but not at this while.
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