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Spirit Survival

3/7/2020

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These strange days...   I pray for their promise to stay.  To choose from a few is all I can do.  Or will danger knocking become food for talking ?  Those mocking my house of cards, left rocking in a strong breeze ?  I bleed whatever they don't want to see.   My house comes crumbling down. My house comes crumbling down.

But for as long as I can create a song by which to abate, I can rebuild... I will rebuild those painted wall pieces knocked down.  Still… time will rebuild woes; tainted call “cease”. It’s talked 'round.

Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds, and Spades.
Starts the dubs, light gone for days.
By and by, need not ask why.
Our spirits shall forever survive.


Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds, and Spades.
Starts the dubs, light gone for days.
By and by, need not ask why.
Our spirits shall forever survive.
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