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“The Last of the Knife” The mountain rises in the distant mist The desert swelters with a pungent kiss Could it be we’ll see the end of this From underneath the trees I thought I’d seen you running down the lane Just a glimpse but I could feel your pain Your face showed lines of running from the shame Trying to hide the blame How long has it been How bad is the need How deep cuts the knife How much can you bleed I’m looking for signs I’m looking for life I’m hoping to see The last of the knife Maybe someday we’ll see a world in peace Where the common man can find release Could it be we’ll see the hate will cease Find the golden fleece How long has it been How bad is the need How deep cuts the knife How much can you bleed I’m looking for signs I’m looking for life I’m hoping to see The last of the knife The mountain rises in the Distant mist
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
The Last of the Knife
“The Last of the Knife” The mountain rises in the distant mist The desert swelters with a pungent kiss Could it be we’ll see the end of this From underneath the trees I thought I’d seen you running down the lane Just a glimpse but I could feel your pain Your face showed lines of running from the shame Trying to hide the blame How long has it been How bad is the need How deep cuts the knife How much can you bleed I’m looking for signs I’m looking for life I’m hoping to see The last of the knife Maybe someday we’ll see a world in peace Where the common man can find release Could it be we’ll see the hate will cease Find the golden fleece How long has it been How bad is the need How deep cuts the knife How much can you bleed I’m looking for signs I’m looking for life I’m hoping to see The last of the knife The mountain rises in the Distant mist
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
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