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He played beneath the skies of a dragon commander Blissfully ignoring the ominous. His fate was sealed and he Was seeping through the envelope His cloak was flowing briskly And it hid an endless sea Of casual feelings of casualty. The spirit of the proceedings Heeded his untimely departure While he stood stoic sternly Establishing the mood. And all the polar vapors Kept the Contrast open wide While the elemental fibers Crept inside him while we died And the journeys going on outside Cast shadows on the spring As the chambers resonated with the Words that he did sing And the lookers on reported How his heartache broke the scene And the specters there presenting Seemed to billow from his dream And the lights that flash behind him Signal monsters from above To attack the emissaries In their castle walls of love While his smile keeps us hoping For another moment more Underneath his cool umbrella In this never-ending war. Here chameleons can fool us If we listen to their lies But this music keeps us safe And it keeps open all our eyes
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Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
Dragon Commander
He played beneath the skies of a dragon commander Blissfully ignoring the ominous. His fate was sealed and he Was seeping through the envelope His cloak was flowing briskly And it hid an endless sea Of casual feelings of casualty. The spirit of the proceedings Heeded his untimely departure While he stood stoic sternly Establishing the mood. And all the polar vapors Kept the Contrast open wide While the elemental fibers Crept inside him while we died And the journeys going on outside Cast shadows on the spring As the chambers resonated with the Words that he did sing And the lookers on reported How his heartache broke the scene And the specters there presenting Seemed to billow from his dream And the lights that flash behind him Signal monsters from above To attack the emissaries In their castle walls of love While his smile keeps us hoping For another moment more Underneath his cool umbrella In this never-ending war. Here chameleons can fool us If we listen to their lies But this music keeps us safe And it keeps open all our eyes
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Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
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