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More lyrics. Not too happy with these, reading over them.
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White room bathed in sunlight
Is drowned by the colours of the sky,
And the ocean of quiet reveries
Is part of a long-drawn-out goodbye;
Through the broken window,
Feel the wind and the rain on your face,
And ask yourself:
Did I play the fool or did I play the ace?
Outside the great roar from the crowd
Ripples through the clouds,
And they are all swept from their feet
As the thunder rumbles unbound,
I'm sure it's a sight to behold,
But I've always been blind,
And I ask myself:
Were I ever right?
Should I try to fix this window?
Let the blood flow from my broken hands,
The best cure has always been the little lies,
But I've never been much of a smiling man,
I'll give you a poem
Composed of all the roads I never took;
Now gaze into the white room
Bereft of stories, bereft of books,
Feel the wind and the rain on my face,
And I ask myself:
Were I ever touched by grace?
oOo
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