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When it comes to the times,
That I wonder,
Just what has happpend to those
I'd call Sister and Brother:
The Grasshoppers,
The Angry Bees,
The Last Black Rose,
Those Ice Queens.

I realise they've been lost.
Not in real time,
But to dreams cause
As I knew them,
Not how they are now,
They were then different -
Different somehow.

And by chasing after,
These past wants, desires
And sometimes needs -
I would be chasing,
Just memories.

For those who I held,
(And like unto me)
Of High Importance,
It's plain to see,
That today we are all
but reduced to civilry*
With nothing said,
And nothing done.
It's hard to know,
What's come and gone.

But yet,

Yet when these people,
We meet on rare occasion,
Pass by on the streets,
Hearts fly to high Haven...
To be stilled,
And oh so quietly so,
For no one these days,
Is whom we used to know.

Cause they have all turned,
Back into our dreams,
Those lost are only lost
To our memories....

Description
When it comes to the times,
That I wonder,
Just what has happpend to those
I'd call Sister and Brother:
The Grasshoppers,
The Angry Bees,
The Last Black Rose,
Those Ice Queens.

I realise they've been lost.
Not in real time,
But to dreams cause
As I knew them,
Not how they are now,
They were then different -
Different somehow.

And by chasing after,
These past wants, desires
And sometimes needs -
I would be chasing,
Just memories.

For those who I held,
(And like unto me)
Of High Importance,
It's plain to see,
That today we are all
but reduced to civilry*
With nothing said,
And nothing done.
It's hard to know,
What's come and gone.

But yet,

Yet when these people,
We meet on rare occasion,
Pass by on the streets,
Hearts fly to high Haven...
To be stilled,
And oh so quietly so,
For no one these days,
Is whom we used to know.

Cause they have all turned,
Back into our dreams,
Those lost are only lost
To our memories....