If you had wings and made your eyes
Glisten towards the mornin' sky
I doubt that you'd have something much better
Amber strokes of fearless flight
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Brisk
In foggy morning
Blue
All shade surrounding
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Gather round the fires of passion
Through idle musings of the day
Transfigurate into night
And another moon of youthful daze
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This old road this old road
I've driven several times
It's fine It's prime
But not in age time
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Graves are peculiar stones
Every pest makes little homes
Crinkled in the cracked archway
In the corners
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Tomorrow may never see
It's head o'er the horizon
When ships of old and men of myth
Meet world's end and fall from grace
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It's a world away
Rubbin shoulders' and cheeks
With the humans dreams are made of
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You blew as a sign
Like a diamond in my mind
You tread the air so divine
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