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Echos of Yesterday

There was an abundance of rise, feathers will float

Feathers will eventually fall

Sticking to the cold, frozen grass that sneers

He will let his remaining saturated spirit guide him

Was it foolish to let his heart guide him?

His intuition knows the terrible truth

Standing, slightly faded and eerily ravished

At the cursed crossroads once more, once lessened

The Scorpio moon is hollow

The Scorpio sea is shallow

He is forced to wear this shroud of thistles

Questions blow in the cobalt wind

Questions pool in the shadows of tomorrow

All he can do is limp for the hopeful horizon

This Scorpio shall crawl onto the shell of a terrapin

Letting the terrapin take him to the sea of truth

To the moon of determination

The distance is dizzying, staggering

O terrapin, carry me to the sparkling sea

Carry me through the jaded snows of January

Take no pity, bless this humility

This was all just a wishful dream

As the silver sands ran from his shaky hands

Echos of yesterday do not know tomorrow

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery