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Talking to the blue skies
Did it ever occur to you
What was going to happen to me
When you die
I am left with no one to talk to
Accept these blue skies
I stretch my arms imploring
The grey clouds are massing
In search of gleaming light
My own Voice failing to speak
This heart of mine dreads darkness
Years of regret and grief
Awake wishing to dream of you
Hoping you will be here tomorrow
In Mourning of a guiltless victim pain
Sore and Bent out of shape
I am here alone while the clouds
Rolling away
Blue skies can't be smiling at me
160* to 180* to 360* doesn't matter what angle
Life is lifeless without you in every degree
