Two days on the home front.
I cry some, I try some and switch the dates.
I read those who have saved some wisdom
I read all that I can face.
Too much weighs on the sand hill sides.
They are not safe when my friends are late.
I said, "It's too late
for the days
they turn to night
It's too late 'In Other Ways."
I said, "It's too late "In Other Ways."
I can hear the sea hawks crying.
Their sound begins to fade.
I said, "It's too late 'In Other Ways."
I said, "It's too late today.
I said, "It's to late today.
There is a balance that has changed the meanings
of my favorite turn of fate.
I said, "It's too late "In Other Ways."
I said, It's too late to hate.
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