Oh, the days are long,
and the nights are cold.
Maybe I'm just growing old,
but it seems to me,
that we have lost control.
We will carry on,
and play our hand.
Some will even make a stand.
And if they fall
it's all part of the plan.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Oh, the days are long,
and the nights are cold.
Maybe I'm just growing old,
but it seems to me,
that we have lost control.
We will carry on,
and play our hand.
Some will even make a stand.
And if they fall
it's all part of the plan.
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