Runnin' with the Foxes
On night long,
I see the moonlight,
Where the dream is yours distortion,
Because the peace starts the right,
Searching the life in all the places,
Having too the proud for if touch heaven high,
Looking the blocks in the front give me faces,
Reading names underline in red as simple pages white on darkness,
And now a new way in feel hours saves;
Take the next heartless,
Letting of side the past, for every day I've been runnin' with foxes,
Without need from book the future withal perfect hopeless...
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