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'Nough said
For all the words put down,
for all the songs been sung;
So much has been finished,
so much has yet begun.
Some remain in silence,
others shout from the hills;
Those behind the concrete
now dream of window sills.
Somewhere in the distance
There’s change upon the rise,
Sometimes it’s hard to see
with dust inside the eyes.
Yesterdays still haunt those
whom can’t seem to move on,
By the time they turn around
the future is long gone.
Now the rains are falling,
washing clean a new day,
Time for sleep has passed and
there’s nothing more to say.
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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