skies of grey
mind of blue
drugged and chained
turning blue
burning crosses
Jesus' losses
doomed to a world of
lesser love
beyond a.d.
under skies
clear and warm
beyond pain
beyond scorn
we could be free
far from me
it may seem
until then
i can dream
a thousand years-
we can't conceive
all this now
will mean nothing
i had a vision
we crossed the american plains
out of reach
of acid rains
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