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For The Audience
The rain pours on for days
And no one is coming out
But we'll play any way
Until they shut us down.
A fog surrounds the town
From the river to the hills
A good night to get drunk
Whatever cures your ills.
I do not know your name
But I like your face.
You have seen the inner walls
Of the palace of disgrace.
You have seen the higher road
That always takes you home
And when the weather lifts
We will all be moving on.
I see that dawn is near;
But first, a few last songs
For the ones who are not here
And the ones who stayed at home.
David Childers
11:19 PM
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