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
I had a dream, woke up as another man
Found myself
take it on it's a terrorist trance
got to move the
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