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A Starless Night
a fake starless night
with a never ending slumber
what is truly right
when we start to blunder
we never want to wake
from a flightless dream
but what is it we take
when its happiness we beam
and as the skyless rainbow
fills up the dander blue
it begins to show
colors we never knew were true
let us sit still
waiting for day to crack
when sea will fill
with a purple black
and once again we can sing
songs of the dazed
and the powers or warmth it brings
with feelings a mazed
i look out the window
and what do i see
a silent snowy show
bringing the darkness out of me
the trees hang low
the wires wave a goodbye
settles down, the snow
from once it was a cry
the snow piles
so very, very high
it goes on for miles
trying to reach sky
but its lost now
never will it reach
now it wonders how
to touch the skys breach
it once saw heaven
it once danced with angels
now it a quater past seven
and its hearts in tangles
it will never be
an untouchable flake
it cannot see
of what it is to take
to reach the sky again
all it does is sit and wait
for when it is taken
to the sky for its fate
then it starts all over
and is once again falling
covering a clover
to the heavens it's calling
with a never ending slumber
what is truly right
when we start to blunder
we never want to wake
from a flightless dream
but what is it we take
when its happiness we beam
and as the skyless rainbow
fills up the dander blue
it begins to show
colors we never knew were true
let us sit still
waiting for day to crack
when sea will fill
with a purple black
and once again we can sing
songs of the dazed
and the powers or warmth it brings
with feelings a mazed
i look out the window
and what do i see
a silent snowy show
bringing the darkness out of me
the trees hang low
the wires wave a goodbye
settles down, the snow
from once it was a cry
the snow piles
so very, very high
it goes on for miles
trying to reach sky
but its lost now
never will it reach
now it wonders how
to touch the skys breach
it once saw heaven
it once danced with angels
now it a quater past seven
and its hearts in tangles
it will never be
an untouchable flake
it cannot see
of what it is to take
to reach the sky again
all it does is sit and wait
for when it is taken
to the sky for its fate
then it starts all over
and is once again falling
covering a clover
to the heavens it's calling
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