The Field (Hanging There)
The sun hangs in the sky,
The sky that is so blue.
Not a single cloud haunts the field,
The field where thunder booms.
No lightening bolt strikes.
The innocent of the town,
Stay safe today, and tonight.
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Hiding In the Rain
ПоэзияHere is the truth written in fantasy, and by that it's really secrets of mine, and maybe people's I'm not supposed to know, written between the lines. So really this whole thing is about "Hiding In the Rain" as I put it. "Hide with me, You already...
