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...shades of indigo...
version 2.2

...self indulgence...

...livejournal...

...poetry & artwork...

...friends...

...randomalia...

...rpg excursions...

...leave me alone...

...back where you started...

...tell me about the forest (you once called home)...

farewell now my sister
up ahead there lies your road
and your conscience walks beside you
it's the best friend you will ever know
and the past is now your future
it bears witness to your soul
make sure that the love you offer up
does not fall on barren soil

for the wind cries of late
in the whispering grass
our way of life is held
in the spinning wheels of chance

i believe in the ways of an older law
when we used to dance to a different drum
and we are changing are ways
yes we are taking on different roads
tell me more about the forest
that you once called home

for the wind cries of late
in the whispering leaves
and the sun will turn to waste
the heavens we build above

father teach your children
to treat our mother well
if we give her back her diamonds
she will offer up her pearl

but i'm not bitter no i'm surviving
to face the world to raise the future
so why don't you tell me come on and tell me
about the world you left behind
come on and tell me

dead can dance