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When the morning comes
Darkness rises.
A world of comprises.
Conversation dire.
A night of fire.
Burning rain.
The land slain.
A night of apocalypse.
Our worlds in eclipse.
To run for cover.
To follow your lover.
And when the cover breaks.
A vision of lakes.
Deep and quiet.
No disquiet.
Cause to sleep.
No longer weep.
Together we find our way.
While demons play.
Time still travels.
The world no longer unravels.
With sound of drums
When the morning comes.
Songs of peace.
Release.
A world of comprises.
Conversation dire.
A night of fire.
Burning rain.
The land slain.
A night of apocalypse.
Our worlds in eclipse.
To run for cover.
To follow your lover.
And when the cover breaks.
A vision of lakes.
Deep and quiet.
No disquiet.
Cause to sleep.
No longer weep.
Together we find our way.
While demons play.
Time still travels.
The world no longer unravels.
With sound of drums
When the morning comes.
Songs of peace.
Release.
Published 17th Dec 2013
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