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and rain falling past smiling, clever feelings,
and the soundtrack of the night tommorrow playing in your head
while words amble accross a blank page,
ready to be commanded to a will,
that is wondering accross cloudless hills,
as if it was lost.
Aftermorn, the time after the thoughts before,
and the time when a smile
is like a prayer upon a sinners ears,
for it is shamed, shamful, cold,
and so it goes on, watching reflecitions in the window,
while it hums its anger, on. on. on.
Aftermorn.
and rain falling past smiling, clever feelings,
and the soundtrack of the night tommorrow playing in your head
while words amble accross a blank page,
ready to be commanded to a will,
that is wondering accross cloudless hills,
as if it was lost.
Aftermorn, the time after the thoughts before,
and the time when a smile
is like a prayer upon a sinners ears,
for it is shamed, shamful, cold,
and so it goes on, watching reflecitions in the window,
while it hums its anger, on. on. on.
Aftermorn.