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Here's a feeling that's becoming more and more common.



THE VOID

In the void of 'where-from-here',
when all you were is spent,
you're not feeling anywhere,
and you wonder where you went.

You try to speak, but what's to say ?
This cannot be ignored -
this emptiness, and sad blase`-
this visit to the Void.

Chorus
A trail across the icy height;
a cry that's heard somewhere in night -
and when the sun ascends the rim -
the light seems only cold and dim -
something like a chilly kiss -
like a silent mist.
It cannot be ignored,
the visit to the Void.

Rainbows glow, and arches loom,
enscriptions on the Scroll of Time,
shining like a mystic Moon,
through Reason's little rhyme.

It does not flow, and does not stay,
this old, and well-known Void.
You're hanging like a little Waif,
from a silver cord.

Chorus
A trail across the icy height;
a cry that's heard somewhere in night -
and when the sun ascends the rim -
the light seems only cold and dim-
something like a chilly kiss -
like a silent mist.
It cannot be ignored,
the visit to the Void.


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