shoreline of dusk heaven light,
sterling waves in darkened skies
Our
good night my good friend
talk to me again
make me alive
the
Dreams come alas
times that I get with her, they pass
Magic
Hazy Lincoln leaped, from the central bridge
He said son, son,
I'm walking dry through a soft summer rain, I'm in
she cried, I love you, but she should know that
Fritz been treading that liquid sand
While John's been sailing across
I see you, on a rope on fire,
sliding down
Smoke lay thick
we're moving towards the light
stages burning, oh, you
Summer dies of age
Dark red meadow thirst
She falls down sad
take it on it's a terrorist trance
got to move the
I got up at four in the morning
thinking it was
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