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The suns arrays peak through creases
In the Clouds
A light that shown so brightly on landscape
Newly Plowed
Well is there something here or
Is there nothing left
My Time
With no bridge to cross the creacent
Has Come
It is now my turn to fly
I've seen the end of my story
And I'll carry on
Is this the end of our story
Will we die
Is there something here or
Is there nothing left
My Time
With no bridge to cross the creacent
Has Come
It is now my turn to fly
I've seen the end of my story
And I'll carry on
It's you I see
All the Time
With no bridge to cross the creacent
It is clear that I must fly
I've seen the end of my story
And I'll carry on
Writer/s: Christopher Hill
