jueves, 4 de junio de 2009


I HEAR THE DRUMS ECHOING TONIGHTBUT SHE HEARS ONLY WHISPERS OF SOME QUIET CONVERSATIONSHES COMING IN, 12:30 FLIGHTTHE MOONLIT WINGS REFLECT THE STARS THAT GUIDE ME TOWARDS SALVATIONI STOPPED AN OLD MAN ON THE WAYHOPING TO FIND SOME LONG FORGOTTEN WORDS OR ANCIENT MELODIESHE TURNED TO ME AS IF TO SAY,"HURRY BOY, ITS WAITING THERE FOR YOU"ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOUTHERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COUUD EVER DOI BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAGONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAD, OOOH THE WILD DOGS CRY OUT IN THE NIGHTAS THEY GROW RESTLESS LONGING FOR SOME SOLITARY COMPANYI KNOW THAT I MUST DO WHATS RIGHTAS SURE AS KILIMANJARO RISES LIKE OLYMPUS ABOVE THE SERANGETTII SEEK TO CURE WHATS DEEP INSIDE, FRIGHTENED OF THIS THING THAT IVE BECOMEHURRY BOY, SHES WAITING THERE FOR YOU.ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOUTHERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DOI BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA, I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAI BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA, I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAI BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAGONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAD, OOOH

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