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What Happened To All The Good News
What happened to all the good news?
Did it get lost going home?
Have you seen it in the alleyways
among the foxes and the dandelions
What happened to the future?
Did someone drink it all away?
I think I saw its honeyed bottle
in a dream of yesterday
The cold cloak of the night
surrounds us like castle walls
and the orange autumn fire
welcomes ragged animals who have lost their way
The endless sky of nothing
is velvet to my calls
the fire is burning low
and we've nowhere else to go
so we reminisce about the start of spring
we watch the clouds for clues
and sleep to seek the child
of good news
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