An hour away from home,
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The lights come on.
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Standing at the side of the road,
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I am in awe.
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Amongst the snow and trees,
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The freezing cold,
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I thrive on each sorrowful note.
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For the moment, all is still,
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A tranquil pace.
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The ease of being stranded,
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In this compassionate place
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Amongst the snow and trees,
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The air is cold and clean,
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and for the moment, I am at peace.
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Being able to enjoy a disaster
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is a sham of being so optimistic.
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Now that the thrill has worn off,
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and the adventure has lost it's charm,
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I just want to go home.
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Still waiting at the side of the road,
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The hours have passed, since I last moved.
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Head down, eyes closed,
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Into a suspended sleep I fall.
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Then in sequence, from far to near,
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Light reflects off of objects before...
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A sun, of the darkest blues,
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Rises from the hills behind...
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Intro: The Shams of Optimism
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| Woods Of Ypres |
