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The Comedian

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Last Turn

You can’t lift the endless road
You can’t memorize the coming dawn
The clock is breaking, nearly gone
Thinking it’s late you haste the fall

Never been changing
Never been bold
There is no end
For the howling horde

Desperate calls
Of the newborn beasts
Is doing the worst
Simple to feed

The feeling comes
Like a wave from the sea
Whoever decides
There is no lie

We spin around
Until the turn
The only rule
That clings to all


Thanks for reading, and give me some reasons for your opinions please.
 
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