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A Sky's Blue
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| 'Sweet Thing' plays I hear the rumble, rumble Down off, far back A light, painful white Like a flash, scary night I stick my head out And try to get a taste But the lines are blocking Lines are blocking I close and it's hot I open, but it's cold It's dark and I'm here Here with me The beacons fly, undaunted I sit still, watching Quiet rumbling night Keep me safe |
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Written By: Xander:
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E-mail:xanderfrederick@hotmail.com
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Submitted: March 25, 2000
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