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Black clouds hide the very sun aimless in darkness we run until, a wonderous sight, we see the light and waves of growing pain become stacatto drops of happy rain somedays down at the beach the ocean makes a mighty speech water glistens, people listen and put away the moment's mind to ignore the voice of time come with me friend of mine what we cant quite look for we'll surely find some nights, silver dreams of silk from starry skies above are spilt into a place free from space where creatures of art are wild somewhere man becomes child come with me and what we'll see we won't quite know until we're free
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
The Great Intender
Black clouds hide the very sun aimless in darkness we run until, a wonderous sight, we see the light and waves of growing pain become stacatto drops of happy rain somedays down at the beach the ocean makes a mighty speech water glistens, people listen and put away the moment's mind to ignore the voice of time come with me friend of mine what we cant quite look for we'll surely find some nights, silver dreams of silk from starry skies above are spilt into a place free from space where creatures of art are wild somewhere man becomes child come with me and what we'll see we won't quite know until we're free
title thanks to Robert Waggoner https://soundcloud.com/elijah-kolenko/elijah-kolenko-staccato-drops-of-happy-rain-feat-raina-g
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
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