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End of the line
Smiles can be turned upside down
Broken hearts often bleed
While jokers steal everything
That can fulfill their greed
As the music is turned off
The singer loses voice
Silence then becomes the norm
And the mimes at last rejoice
Waters flow through memories
For river beds are dry
Wildlife has long moved on
And farmland's death is nigh
Distant mountains turn to brown
Before the sun sets low
We pilgrims camp at the base
For there's nowhere left to go
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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