I can do anything you can doWe've become the night The darkness in the light The callous light of day That takes your breath away The breath of life that sings Through beggars and through kings The breath that catches words That follows herds and herds Of silent, stoic sheep As we laugh ourselves to sleep From dark of deepest grief We are the night's reliefI can do anything you can do
We are the song of day We make saints and sinners sway To dance is great relief For those with great belief And the song within their hearts It stops when our song starts And then our words take wing &nb
Call and ResponseWe've become the night The darkness in the light The callous light of day That takes your breath away The breath of life that sings Through beggars and through kings The breath that catches words That follows herds and herds Of silent, stoic sheep As we laugh ourselves to sleep From dark of deepest grief We are the night's reliefCall and Response
We are the song of day We make saints and sinners sway To dance is great relief For those with great belief And the song within their hearts It stops when our song starts And then our words take wing &nb
Snow WhiteHold your breath Because this too shall pass Nothing lasts forever It all returns to ashSnow White
We end our lives Just as we began Alone, forever Surrounded by friends
Watch it come And then drift away Pray for tomorrow Cry for today
There is nothing Beyond the abyss Nothing but red lips And one final kiss
WinterWinder changes things. One day the trees are all dressed up in their fall glory, each trying to outdo all the others. They scream, "Look at me! I'm the prettiest, I promise you." Even as their leaves fall in the blowing wind they hold their heads high with pride. The leaves that fall cover the ground with brilliant reds, bright golds and dramatic oranges. The riot of color would hurt your eyes if you stared at it for too long. And then the next day the wind whips through bare, broken branches. The trees become skeletons of their former selves, reaching for the sky, for hope, for life. But they are silent and dead until the cold enWinter
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