The street lights are burning out cold On trees skeletons hang To hide The prints from your last stay are old Under the dreams we sang It died Try and ring those bells that once chimed Do a neighbourly sweep Fly high Reach a prodigal you can find Go seek that lost sheep Please try. […]
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