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Shane Hebert At Sixes And Sevens

You can't take the exile anymore And like all the others, you're lost tonight Would you dance entranced in waning fields? and to falter on through life

cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence When we falter, deprived and out of dreams Do you see there are times? to read in the lines? And trust

you cope for my existence? Would you last or cease persistence? I'm the moon and the seventh dreamer you're the hewn and a lost redeemer Heavenworks for a welkin at

me down profound when the night surrounds Thou stalk the Stygian stream and the riverine to haunt my hallowed fields and astrayal dreams I'm at sixes and sevens

In times of strife you seem to lose it all, and more somehow No waning life can retrieve it Can't make the world a better place to thrive nor can