.Old, lonely, and endless light. Cold morning rises from the night.
No smile smiles back through the glare. No voice calls back from the stairs.
Oh, those wounds on your blistered feet? That march you on along that dusted street
Oh, that dust gathers 'round your head as, clean, I rise fro.
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