For Those Who Wrote To the Glory
Rise like the sun
A fatherless eclipse
Open your eyes
For morning has come
A new dawn has begun
Over the hills
And into the wheat fields
Where tomorrow comes sudden
For days know no such yield
touching a forbidden greenery
time has elapsed within a scenery
A touch of west air, rest on the coast
The wind mills of southern California
A cure for the average dose of pneumonia
Along the broken stones of Italy
We savages touch gardens so bitterly
Solitaire in a small hut, a genuine feel for luck
See the face of a plateau as plain as Iceland
Don't leave home
Do you see the headlights
All the on coming traffic
You see, your not so alone
Sun set, another day is gone
I know you're not the same man
But place your hand in mine
It's hard to leave
When I’m holding on to you
Fare well
At sea, a rising star
Sweet dreams
all i see is a rising star
Morning comes
Shines through another day
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