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Seasons

from Solitaire by Alcàntara

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Many stories grow
from a summer that is gone
and when they'll reach the shore
the ocean rose is torn.

Inside the coastal bend
the winter child will drown,
for how long will he hold
the seasons of his war?

On the promenade there's a line of young waiting men
who carry the weight of blame over their face,
and when they see rain grope like mud lanes down the wall.

Sleepless eyes:
do they wait in vain?

Days build the sky of western fields,
light fires in black night as lonely satellites.
Is maybe that they rise from little wonders?
They do.

While there's still time
we should call these old fields home.

Standing on the shoreline tonight
yet another distance declines,
on this silver railroad we're bound
waiting for the ocean to rise.

Now we’re back home
Satellites thru these fields of love.

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from Solitaire, released April 10, 2019
Music: Venti, Manfredi
Lyrics: Manfredi

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