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the rain lingers on

war only was

to bond us all

Hell no, no war can paint this more sore

the path is packed with bags of coal

And bags of coal from some monstruous soul

and no, no rain can clean this at all

You say, "there's no way-out at all" is something false

but way-out, if it is not far is still getting narrow

The prayers for light result in failure and dismay

but almost yawn, it's a deja-vu sounding horror

Someday I'll take you by the hand

and leave this place without a face

I won't let our world to crumble down and come undone

but it's not now, just let me gather strength,

we weren't meant to be perfect

some things ain't easy even if they seem to work just fine

Somewhere over that bridge it's done

hey, the rain it splits as we walk

But war lingers on and some pain lingers on

as we rode the darkness all night long

And there's no rain in this final climb

where Dante and I have seen such a sight

and Beatrice, my bride

to sleep now it's time