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I stand on top of the mountain gazing over the horizon
Looking at the clouds rolling by with a message wrapped up in the sky. The message is subtle, the message is brief,
The message is in the final decree 
The afternoon with its brazen sprit,
is crawling over my flesh 
and a motion that is so deep is rocking under my feet
Hope is cruising on top the mountain,
And water is gushing out of the fountain 
The heavens are standing by to hand out extra supply
The old calendar year is coming to an end with all its trouble
and decreased bubble, I just wonder what has just happened
The spirits are low and tension is absorbed in the sky
The mystical clouds are over me and a penitent mood is rolling by
No intoxication, no overspending,
 And the marijuana show has gotten a big blow
It is just the spirit of uncertainty that you feel everywhere
The morning floats, the evening doubts, and the nights shouts
When you look at their countenance, 
Hopeless is buried on faces
No business, no sales there is no hurry for the New Year
Here I am in the middle of it still waiting
Waiting for you to come, 
Christmas has come and gone
And I am still here waiting
People have come and stared at me
Laughing and looking at me with pity
But they are not a part of the show 
The music is playing and they are on the go
I try to keep my spirit high, 
And hope that you will drop by
But the days have passed and the nights are long
And the heaven is still stuck in the sky
I have a special message for you, 
I cannot write it,
 I cannot share it 
and I cannot whisper it.
I have to tell it directly to you,
Man in his own Kingdom has faced the broken edge
And the spirit of lawlessness is gallivanting all over his bed
The passing of time is swift,
 And it has bruised the spirited and hopes 
The sun is buried underneath the clouds, 
And it seems as if the evening is done
The fire is going out of them 
And the clouds are rolling around the bend
A solemn feeling is hanging around 
And it is moving from town to town,
The people are walking up and down the street
The afternoon heat is raising havoc in the town 
Sending a nerving pressure all around
People are walking and talking 
But they are not smiling
I just wonder what they are thinking.
It is the heart of the show that makes me feel the glow 
Come join in the splendor with me 
As we anticipate the grand jubilee.
The evening and the morning join hands in hands
And night is getting ready to sing a new song
We have to face the passing of time and bid
grudgeful calendar its final goodbye.
Come and see me.
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