The hours to come
Just an empty field
And the sound of crickets
Approaching train can take you away
But conductor just sold his last ticket
As the last rays of sunlight prepare to fight
The desperate sunflowers turn their heads to the light
While the bloody horizon keeps summon the night
The battle is lost for the hours to come
Yet moonlight reflects tomorrow dawn
Night and day come in turns since beginning of times
This promise is signed by the colors of skies
Blue and white silent guardians of truth
Seeking refuge from lies
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