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Behind fares bold merchants bear

their trade to pigeon beaks.

The sumggled secrets hidden there

bring sugar souls their peace.                                                                                



Clouds of dark that cloak the heart

and shadow old dreams forlorn

turn to cotton candy art

when Captain Snow sails the horn.



Chorus:

Under the sky's wide oceans

When the hollow morning calls

There's no future in devotion

to the devil's protocol.



In the daylight's growing hype

center stage awaits it's late

the curtain drawn, the warning lights

the workday crutch in place.



Flush cheeks and answered color

stepping out among the crowd

a burst of genius hovers

in a spell of borrowed proud.



The magic conversation

the climb up vision stairways.

A poet's sphere sagacious here

while the journey back awaits.



Back where the mood dispenses

the soul returns to hide

and in the gloom defenseless

small voices cry for lines.....



Chorus:

Under the sky's wide oceans

When the hollow morning calls

there's no future in devotion

to the Devil's protocol.



Small voices cry for lines

small voices cry for lines.......fade