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The Sun Rises, The Curtain Falls
by Tom Goss
I am the last of my kind
Hands holding up a brightening sky
Over the Earth I run
Getting nowhere under a lemony sun
I'm walking through the fields as one
For I am the last of my kind
Hands holding up a brightening sky
Older and older I become
Knowing imagination can't heal this one
I wonder how it feels to be done
Yes I am the last of my kind
Hands holding up a brightening sky
10/02/2012 Author's Note: Hear the song:
http://youtu.be/LGDmFtZaS_g
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Posted on 10/02/2012
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