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These blues are only passingBut a picture could just save themFor no night looks like the one beforeThe curve of your smile And the bounce of the fire Reflect in the small ponds of waterOut on the rocksBarefoot and giddyWe toast to a star And fire
Decay in the earth of all living things. Just not here, where the cold keeps the flesh safe, maybe not from those ravenous beings,
The bright light flashes in my eyes. I was strip down naked, about to live this kind of life. I posed for the man behind the camera-   I let down my hair, I was nervous and cold-
The swirling winds that-  twist the midnight sky. The stars luminesce the night. Like angels- descending from above, defending the holy town  from the shadows of evil that lurk.
The waves of fire, roll across the sky. The stained ebony river flows beneath the bridge, that bears witness to  a murder. And the  frightened elderly man- the eyewitness to the 
Man with dogs, where are you going? Blue mountain spring, where are you flowing?
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