An October Sunday
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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Another grey day passes Rain washing away the nightmares The air is fresh outside and cold Heaven's tears clean up the ways for us to go again The trees are sighing softly Winds blowing away the nightmares The air is strong outside and tender Hell is trying to warm up life in vain The fires whisper warmth Gleams burning away the nightmares Smoke curling up outside so spicey Dancing shapes are celebrating spite |
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