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Verse 1:
Grayish-pink the light of nighttime
Strains my soul to try and think I'm
Staring at my future through that window.
Stained, the sticks splay up to nothing;
Paint the backdrop of the barren
Trees, they punctuate the deepness of December sorrow.
Verse 2:
The lateness of an eager lifetime
Urges this persistent fool whose
Daring dreams attest to stay unwary.
Pained when stuck by what's deemed real;
Taints for now, but not forsaken.
Reality perceived is temporary.
Chorus:
Fever swells, and dies; too late for tears.
Chasing down the last day's long lost promises.
Saddened love, is prone to fade to simply sadness.
Madness fades away with love's lost promises.
Verse 3:
Hope for rest in common bylines
Guided by some deluded magic
Fleeing to not from unlikely allies.
Latching on to nothing certified
"A guarantee" is a salesman's gimick
Setting free what's here. See
if it flies...........
Chorus:
Tear that stains and dries; and gone is fear.
Tracing steps to try to find lost promises.
Saddened love's addicted to waking to impending passings.
Racing toward the next day's newfound promises.
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