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Cackoo

Songs that are yet to be written, how many?
Tell me, cuckoo, sing it out loud
City should I dwell in or suburbia
Lie as a stone or burn as the brightest star?
A star.
 
Light of my sun - take a look at your work
You’ll see my hand curling into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give me a spark
So it goes.
 
Who will trace these steps bred of loneliness
The strong and the brave
Having all being lost, in battle
In death...
Few of us remain who remember still
Few who are sane and whose hand won’t falter
On the sword
 
Light of my sun - take a look at your work
You’ll see my hand making a fist
And if there is gunpowder give me a spark
So it goes.
 
Where is it you got to, my own free will?
Who gets to greet this gentle sunrise with you? Tell me!
Happy was I with you but distraught without
Bowing my head, letting my back get lashed
Get lashed….
 
Light of my sun - take a look at your work
You’ll see my hand making a fist
And if there is gunpowder give me a spark
So it goes.
 
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