Is there an Invisible Sun
That shines down on us
And bathes our rubber souls
With a simple complication
Close my eyes
And look inside
I have been working
In the workshop of my mind
Here comes the night
As dark as my soul
Her hair was long
Her dress was tight
Must have been dreaming
Must have been blind
How could I know
She would be so unkind?
Here comes the rain
Now, showered in pain
Nothing remains
Except the Invisible Sun
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