January 2013
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There it stands on the crest of a hill
But to me it’s in the valley of ashes
Before long my eyes begin to ache
My mind wanders
It wanders in search of its senses
Before long my values disappear
My spirit hides
It hides behind a fluid rock
There it stands on the crest of a hill
But to me it’s in the valley of ashes
Before long the numbness takes over
My heart quivers
It...
