Rainy glass and a smell o' strong tea,
It's way tough to get up but it's time.
My wind in the groves is waiting for me,
Sharp drops at the roof remind me the rhyme.
Past the red-n-yellow days
A new winter will begin and die.
Take a breath my heart, don't cry,
There is no secret to chase.
And I'll get home again
A-riding or maybe underfoot,
In an armor o' steel or maybe wood
But as soon as I can.
Tell me stories and open the cards
O' the tired of garbage and crime,
O' the shrine of lost and broken hearts
And o' those who enter this shrine.
Once in my dream the world was governed with love,
And in my dream the world was driven with flame,
And I could see a blissing sunshine above,
And what I see now's nothing but shame.
(Take it light my half, don't cry...)
(Take it right my half, don't cry...)
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