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In a land barren and wasteful
I could hear the coyote howl...
The year was 1940
It was late at night...
I'm reaching out with my hand
time slipping away like gains of sand...
Casting a spell
to bring about hell...
Chasing dreams in our sleep
that might never be caught...
As the rain fell it washed away the dirt |
As the rainbow arches across the sky |
Like ashes in a fire |