The demons hide
In the high posts
Singing softly in shadows
They know they are happy
Together they climb up
The ladders of unaccounted
bliss
Every one can speak of it
Every one can poke fun on it
The demons don't care
Every day of the week
The blues gang will play
catch up
By just whispering of the
wind
The blues gang running out
Monday to Sunday
The headlines in newspapers
Living with the demons
In the high posts
Speaking softly in shadows
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