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Our Yard
(Baeszler/Rubin)
Swimming through the atmosphere
Wading through the river of those years
The journey is our own
Holding out a naked hand
Reaching out for time to understand
This road has led us home
The sunlight fades
Shadows dance and play
In our empty yard
Yellow flowers sway in the dark
In our empty yard
In this noiseless vacuum town
In this soulless graveyard we are bound
Granite history
Dissipate our hearts like steam
Rising up then never to be seen
Lost and somehow free
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