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Let me tell you about the day, dear friends In which the world continued to turn I know, I know, It surprised me too How could the sun continue to rise and fall Without its greatest subject to shine on? How can the earth remember to turn When the sky has splintered and fallen Spearing us all? Leaving one lost, lonely little boy Who had always defined himself By other people And this God on Earth Being of Light and Mercy Was all he wished to grow up to be The avenging angel, the gentle hand Or the gentle whisper “Is that really a good idea” Would never be heard of again But the world would continue to turn The sky would rain in reverse and Eventually, piece itself back together The lavender lost their luster, that day In mourning, of the sunshine No one believed would come the next day But the world would continue to turn And a lost, lonely little boy Would learn to stand outside of the shadows When no one believed his legs could even hold him up His world shattered, and then reformed again Let me tell you about the day, dear friends In which the world continued to turn
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
The day the world continued to turn
Let me tell you about the day, dear friends In which the world continued to turn I know, I know, It surprised me too How could the sun continue to rise and fall Without its greatest subject to shine on? How can the earth remember to turn When the sky has splintered and fallen Spearing us all? Leaving one lost, lonely little boy Who had always defined himself By other people And this God on Earth Being of Light and Mercy Was all he wished to grow up to be The avenging angel, the gentle hand Or the gentle whisper “Is that really a good idea” Would never be heard of again But the world would continue to turn The sky would rain in reverse and Eventually, piece itself back together The lavender lost their luster, that day In mourning, of the sunshine No one believed would come the next day But the world would continue to turn And a lost, lonely little boy Would learn to stand outside of the shadows When no one believed his legs could even hold him up His world shattered, and then reformed again Let me tell you about the day, dear friends In which the world continued to turn
I still miss you.
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xander-white
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
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