The
crooks feel the heat
The
waves of human hands in the air
It
tells them something...
They
feel the fear
The
spring of change
The
summer of sweetness
The
memories will stay
The
autumn to sing along
The
winter to consolidate
Stay
together keep each other's company
Chase
out the bad hats
Set
up for the right approaches
The
crooks will hide
They
will stay indoors of fright
Once
they hear the knocks on the doors
They
begin to feel the fear
For
once they understand fear
They
used to cultivate it
Now
it strikes them back
The
fear invades their minds
The
light blooms on the darkness
The
slow patterns begin to emerge
The
sign of the good light
Spreading
its cheers all around
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