The Day Approaches
welcome to my western age
when gallows are in a rage
it's in the turning of the page
sought through the tears in your eyes
seek the flames of gratitude
sheltered far too in the mood
the thought of a miracle mile
a smile from a lonesome child
getting a bit wild
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