the times are changing
the winds accelarating
its not that they have changed direction
we never knew where we were going anyway..
its dark outside and dark within
i'm searching for that voice
but it's all quite still
when they walk that fast
they're slowing us down
the quick-sand sucks
and i can hear her complain
the black is shining brightly
shimmering and reflecting light
their spirits are so high
n they all passed away noiselessly
the continuity so jarring
the noise so serene
it's been a good year
and it shall cost a LOT!
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