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Old Main Hill


On Old Main Hill

Some came running, turning away

Some more afraid

When two arrived, the most they could do was try

I hope that what you felt wasn't pain

But they wear black

And you laid still

 

Two more steps to get to the light

The darkness may soon fade to gray

Red, where it's not supposed to be

But the gray can't fight

And so you lay still

 

Red, where it's not supposed to be

Red, where it's not supposed to be

Not making it past gray

Into the light you would have survived

But I wear white

And you didn't come

On Old Main Hill, you lay still

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