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Volume 6 Issue 2
Page 9
Page 9
In the dead still of the country – Silence, no violence, grips the air Just peacefulness, a life of bliss No worries, got no cares. I see the cold green weeds with the Icicles drippin’ from the trees; just Me. I trod The Land of God. Good, The feelin’, I’m feelin’ free Way beyond the mill pond, long gone My city song, sunset before the Dawn, so far still carries on Frostbite my eyes, the clear blue skies, Somewhere a God; I know the silver Wings of mortal kings tonight, inside, my show. In the dead still of the country – Silence, no violence, grips the air Just peacefulness, a life of bliss No worries, got no cares. |
| In the Dead Still of the Country Silence By Spyder |
| (a song lyric) |