Jan 2016
At the crossroads where time loads its shotgun
and the Sun sheds a tear for the day,
there's a light at the end of the tunnel
but it's going the opposite way.
and the Sun sheds a tear for the day,
there's a light at the end of the tunnel
but it's going the opposite way.
(68/Here and now)
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