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Another day on the hill |
| Sitting on a daisy filled hill Another perfect day gone by Out here on my only will My attention turns towards the sky Clouds of every shape and size Floating by so fast and slow One looks like a childs prize One looks like a running doe I sit and watch in wonder These shapes that are our own Then i hear a distant thunder And i am now alone The clouds are disappearing Forming in one big pack The time is ever nearing And the sky bleeds black Is it falling everywhere Or is it just on me I can't see anywhere The clouds wont let me be It's pouring drops of loathing It's raining in my core It goes right through my clothing And in my every pore What is this I've created Imagination failed My umbrellas long sedated Since the day it hailed |