While some may mourn and others weep,
still thoughts of you in my head I keep,
together dancing in the street,
the sky's a limit we shall never reach,
Sunday mornings they can be heard to preach,
talk of peace before we feast,
run forever on these feet,
satisfaction being all we seek,
while judging those who find it freaks,
broken dreams lay in guttered streets,
and I find you only in my sleep.
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