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Summer dances, summer classes, the ball will soon end
the class clowns, the endless hours, real life begins
the midnight hour tolls, and a new generation is bred
the last generation leads the next, the lies and truth of past are mixed
the birds will sing in the morning, the crows will call
all within the never ending cycle called life
mesmerized attention beckons at noonday
restless souls will slumber all throughout the next day
the cycle begins, some will change paths
others will steer another course, others will just laugh
society splashes its harsh hand
then souls need somewhere to land
sometimes the sands of time leave dust without reason
and sometimes the morning call can't or won't be heard
but through it all the sun rises at noonday, while the moon rests at sunrise
the class clowns, the endless hours, real life begins
the midnight hour tolls, and a new generation is bred
the last generation leads the next, the lies and truth of past are mixed
the birds will sing in the morning, the crows will call
all within the never ending cycle called life
mesmerized attention beckons at noonday
restless souls will slumber all throughout the next day
the cycle begins, some will change paths
others will steer another course, others will just laugh
society splashes its harsh hand
then souls need somewhere to land
sometimes the sands of time leave dust without reason
and sometimes the morning call can't or won't be heard
but through it all the sun rises at noonday, while the moon rests at sunrise