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Utopia, or the Ashes that Once Composed It
It seems familiar, I must say
I was being lazy here just yesterday
The grassy knoll was a leap in my heart
I was charmed of this place from the very start
It was so warm, these afternoons spent here
The cliche birds a flyin' through the blue oh so clear
I couldn't laugh, ironic as it may be
This place set ablaze just isn't funny to me
Towers of ash replace the once steady oaks
There wasn't much left of my happy new home
It's getting a little harder to pack up and leave
There aren't many excuses that I care to believe
These hungry flames are creeping closer by the day
Grieving may cost me my life, the irony remains
I'm kicking up dust on my way out for you
This flammable sanctuary remaining so true,
It's still hard to accept that I've got more living to do.
