It doesnt feel any different
When the day glows
Its a sight to see
Spirits Up, Spirits Down.
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It dont make a poetic sling
Like an arrow's mame
Like a Culture's name
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It dont mean a,
To a poet's ring,
Means to a nearest to
anybody at all.
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It's a deep in secret
Spoken so Loud
About the next Solar Cycle
Wrapped in a Pastel Shroud.
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You come to death and back,
But now between two realms
.
Hanging out with Phantoms
Healers one way, soft,
Guided by Synchronicty.
Murderers another way,
Social Yellings all day
Possessed by labels
reading from some cyclops' play.
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Astor Fields
For a while
Yet the Death Cult's Crap
On the TV 'dile.
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Walk away, Walk away
Spirit's up, Spirits Down
Spirits High Spirits Low
None to Obey
'cept Ancient Roads.
None to obey
'cept formidable Love
None to Obey
'cept sweat and miles
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& it was with everyone
To walk away,
Spirits Up
It's between Sunlight Arrows
And One's flesh alone
For a Star Explosion
To Seek it's Home.
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