Provided the Light Returns

The blue winds blow the black moon past a newly dying sun
And the finer lights of daynight show the ruining’s begun

You’ve witnessed with your feeble eyes grand sights not meant to see
And you’ve conjured with your meager minds frights from which to flee

No, it ain’t too hard to read the signs that say our time is through
And it ain’t too sad to say goodbye to what was me ‘n you

For that blue wind blew a black moon over yonder dying sun
Oh those blue winds and those black moons, good Lord, what have we done?

Provided the Light Returns

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