One held her hand over her mouth
The other sat sullenly silent...

Your laughing is a harmonious chorus of applause
And your smile more radiant than heavens glowing...

Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...

There is no absolute right
There is no absolute wrong...

To be young again, such a dream
shed your burden and sew up the seam...

He saw the destruction on the telly
and heard the screams on the radio...

Do you see that bright light on the horizon son...
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Over the moors and through the glen
his song can be heard...

Leaving behind the cries of menacing laughter
and screams of hollow beauty...

Staring into the mirror
society menacingly laughing back...

I speak of last night
or the night before...

Romance, Enfatuation and Love are three very...
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