Amanda's Song

Please won't you stay
We've buried away
The slightest symphony
Old birds still sing
They've composed their sins
And sleep throughout the day

The morning light
Is shining the way
And the fire makes all the pain
A silent quiet
A burning desire
In a world too young to see

Children will play
Each dying day
We'll still be running away
We'll still be running away
We'll still be running away
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