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It's strange the games

Mindwill  play

The shapes will hift, walls will speak, When the dugarness fades away Don, We Watch the Rise and fall man?

Turming Dove The Sun

When All the Wats are won

And All In Sad And Done

I'll Be Turning Down The Sun

It's change that times

the mind away

from instinct like the falling Crest

of Crowing waves

We all pick and chose our saviors

and pay our dues

While some Spend their time

politing skies a deeper blue