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A Thought At 12
The spring is gone now, like the girl that I love The sky sheds tears, it aint rain up above The war it seems frozen, in the veins bloods dont flow Should a firefly still wait, for the night to just glow? And while a story's being written, far far away Of a woman who died, with many things left to say All I can do now, is to pray and to wait Yes to wait forever, for the love I wont get The spring is gone though, winter wont set a foot And the soldiers they've returned, with bloodstained boots The peace lies in the bullets, it just cant be the dove There are things more precious, it just cant be my love Though the story's been written, read will it none They're waitin' for a brand new dusk, but I'm still stuck with dawn Well all I can do now, is to pray and to wait Yes to wait forever, for the love I didnt And though forgotten, like the books in the shelve Strikes the clock of insomnia, its way past twelve
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