Charly Coombes - Full Circle
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First light,
The morning fog
Embraces field after field
Failing footwear
Breaking the blades
I feel it was
A Long cold night out here

Gold shades of harvest
Cling to the air
Decomposition
Fallen leaves and earth
Never smelled so sweet
It was
A Long cold night out here

Walking by all the places
We can't go in
Broken temples
And upper class structures

Random horses
And a Long steep climb up
Take a turn
And we're out
Along the avenue

Through the gate
Onto Man-made ground and
Down the old road
It seems like it's
Calling me home

Slowly
Back home, slowly
Calls me