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The Russian Futurists
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A Mind's Dying Verse (The Solitary Stone)
From towers and trees And churning seas Controlling nature's will From your window sill
Past the glass The sun won't last And if you had your way They'd all be dismal days
We'd stay inside Like you and hide And wish that things would change From behind window panes
But grab the reigns And nurse those pains Because many years have past And your still stuck in last
Initials carved in trees Representing you and me Are now lost And just washed Out like stones into the sea
And boxes full of bones Resting under polished stones Represent A fallen soldier Left to die at war alone
From the start your heart was cursed And the wine has made it worse And sixteen years Of captured tears Have formed a mind's dying verse
It's a perversion of the arts And young men's hearts, An abomination Of creation Tearing brilliant minds apart
It's carved in bark Circled with hearts, It's a testament To the love you've spent
You cross it out When new loves sprout Or when they come to bloom; You're leaving wooden tombs
To leave a mark Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Of hearts you've sparked And turned to raging flames Until you're feelings change
Now douse them fast But leave the ash Because it's a blackened pit That they won't forget
Initials carved in trees Representing you and me Are now lost And just washed Out like stones into the sea
And boxes full of bones Resting under polished stones Represent A fallen soldier Left to die at war alone
From the start your heart was cursed And the wine has made it worse And sixteen years Of captured tears Have formed a mind's dying verse
It's a perversion of the arts And young men's hearts, An abomination Of creation Tearing brilliant minds apart
Boxes of bones And polished stones Are all that we have left To commemorate the deaths
Of child and man And life's cruel hand Has tightened up it's grip On your sinking ship
Now flowers are left Where you now rest; It's in a field alone, A solitary stone
It cracks and splits And the world forgets And goes about it's day In the usual way
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