Think of the days when I had too much of the things we found.
Resistance died down, fell on frozen soil.
Bleed a little for a different day.
Going deeper to come away.
On the concrete sky I saw the buildings rise
But keep our lights in shadow still.
In the wind's eye where our reflection dies.
Glass shrines of muted will.
Dead is the time that I see from here on out this burial ground.
One more down and buildings recoil.
On the concrete sky I saw the buildings rise
But keep our lights in shadow still.
In the wind's eye where our reflection dies.
Glass shrines of muted will.
On the concrete sky I saw the buildings rise
But keep our lights in the shadow still.

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