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Late summer night
Painted purple
Storms from the right
Words that hurtle
Lips curl to fight
Eyes are startled
Blood from the bite
Seems to sparkle

Now is the time
It's too late to fly
Hurting just to hurt
No silver light to brighten
Clouds in our sight

Now is the time
It's too late to fly
I must try to stop this downpour and clear the skies
Late summer night   Painted purple   Storms from the right   Words that hurtle   Lips curl to fight   Eyes are startled   Blood from the bite   Seems to sparkle      Now is the time   It's too late to fly   Hurting just to hurt   No silver light to brighten   Clouds in our sight      Now is the time   It's too late to fly   I must try to stop this downpour and clear the skies