The Trophy Room

June 2, 2010
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The curtains will fade while the days go by
when your own reflection seems like something new
the music's born diamonds in your eyes
and dampened by the thought of future moons

harmonies seep under the door
followed by a light that can't get through
the man in the alleyway hasn't eaten in days
while his wife and dog are leashed to the saloon

if newspaper ads discover the fraud
rosettes tied tight around your neck will burst
melancholy tunes ingnite your hands
whose mind will first bend then fight?

life is only the antithesis of your destiny
apologizing for what the reign might do
The Leige painting traitor upon our cheeks
a mile in the sky, out in the blue

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