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Can't you feel the winds a blowing
there calling out across the land
telling of a shadow coming, So
I'll wipe my tears with nervous hand.
As I look towards the sunrise
have we dispersed into infinity
where 10,000 suns that used to be
are now nothing but just crimson skiesÖ
This shadow has covered the brightness out
their here shouting in pitiful cries.
They don't know, they've missed their prize!
As tears roll from faces without guise.
Soon they'll know destiny is foretold
lay the cards and pick the ace who dies
the joker laughs in the face of man
because as he's laid the future's told.
Written by B R Walker
Copywriter UK 2017
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