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Don't tell the Children
After the rain has fallen,
Electric lovers wait for the night.
They know,
Pestilence wreathes day in gloom,
an inverse construct of time.
Why carry the world on your shoulders,
When it stays up on its own?
I let it happen,
Just because I could.
Dusk rises up off the ground.
Still they wait for the night.
Lovers, they know,
and breathe with the chords.
Why long for the sweetness of light
When you'll have it anyway?
I let it happen,
Simply because I could.
Dont tell the children,
They dont need to know.
Author's note: Yes, there are changes in voice. It's meant to be that way.
Last edited by addicted_tochaos; 07-18-2005 at 07:14 AM.
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