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Sunset
Behind the ocean the sun sets The Gods observing cash their bets Little balloon follows the sun A race once run, can’t be undone
So many things, he couldn’t say But whispered every night away A blind man sees not with his sight But in his heart, he feels the light
No oracle, no other choice He listened to his inner voice The devils giggle with delight The angels bow their heads in spite
Now blackness creeps across the land He never got to hold her hand In winter months wild birds fly south She wiped the grin off cupid’s mouth
A lonely rose stood in his room The rose now doomed to wither soon The Moonlight glistens on the lake But depths conceal the hearts that ache
Engulfing her in smoke and mirrors While in his heart affection simmers One day the Villain, then the clown They painted pictures over town
Her laugh like morphine to the brain Soothing the soul, relieving pain A weary heart, that sinks in sand Will always crave an angel’s hand
Little balloon drifts out of sight The fading light has turned to night The sun has set, the birds took flight Right becomes left, left turns to right
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