Ignorance

Rust forms in the western horizon,

From amongst the trees, the song fades

And the blue subsides

My friends, they walk up the hill,

While I lie in wait for time

Her, I got to kill

So in hushed tones I speak

Never knowing how splendid

The view is from the peak

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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