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It's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Scenes from a Morning Commute

Red morning, sailors warning. And now, it's snowing to beat the band. Those darn sailors.



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