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There's a blanket of light
Mirroring the sky
There are long train wagons waiting
For friends to be strangers
There's a honest side trying
To get through denying
There's a wicked face turning
When the colors are merging
The damp air has a smell
Of a side of it self
Where people stop breathing
And closed windows are freezing
There's a blanket of light
Mirroring the sky
There are long train wagons waiting
For friends to be strangers
The quiet fight has started
Turns me departed
Takes me away
Compels me to stay
In this riot of hunger
For feelings much stronger
To keep the sane voice
In a level of choice
The blanket of light
Is the darkness disguise
Flickers my eyes
And lends me a deep sigh
