December Skies

Cowboy Junkies

September skies, bodies falling
Never again will you catch me admiring
Those vast September skies.

October skies, hate is flying,
Crimson leaves slowly falling,
From azure October skies.

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Time to kill our children
And sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
And sing about it.

November skies, heart is sinking.
No telling where they're leading
These grey November skies.

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December skies, star will be rising.
Will we heed those lessons ringing
Through those dark December skies.

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