THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE
AT LEAST IT WASN'T
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink
All the rains came down on a cold new town
as
The eagle soared above the clouds
The deer run in the
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the
I've never seen you
look like this without a reason
It went so well for you
With a place right where
This time we run
This time we hide
This time we draw
WE COULD BOTH BE SOMETHING STILL
WE COULD SPEND OUR LIVES
Virgil Caine is the name, and I worked on the
Long ago I beard a tale
I never wilt forget
The time
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