Ript_Van_Winkle

The day grows a little bit longer
As the shadows of another cloudy day grow sronger
And to think I'd believe that disabiliy is fable
Or that the only thoughtful way to keep this stable

Is running to me, soon as you do
Sunning the sea, the red one seems to gloom
Another moonlit light will bring me passion
Oh-this turn in waiting yet another fond distraction

Enough of this paining distortion retraction
The suffering of many sorrowed souls in short, the wrong refraction.

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