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The Watch is Waiting

The Nest in the Black Tree

The order of the Watch is waiting for her to come Home
In this dance she smiles
I embraced the time passed
Together we hold each other true
I see them coming
This Embryo needs gentle hands
I might have turned the corner to quickly
Hope is a hang man’s noose
For Handsome Tall
It will a wash in the ash
He should of loved her more
The dance has ran away with the stars
Her gravity’s push and pull is far to strong
And the Feathers will not carry the burden
It has come down to the Sprinter
God’s Speed will show no mercy
                                                   Run, Run, Run
My Light
My Safety Catch
The Souls have grown desperate in the Bad Lands
                                                   Run, Run, Run
My Only
My Love
Welcome Home
The Watch and the Clock Maker have been waiting

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