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On Friday Evening

On Friday evening I had only sticks and stones

to throw at nothing now the raven, she had flown.

The dying fire left no sign of where she'd gone.

On Friday evening I stood alone.

On Friday evening nothing stirred the ashes there

but just a trace of smoke lingering in the air

and whispering her name though she'd gone far somewhere.

On Friday evening she didn't care.

On Friday evening children cried out in the street.

People, they hurried by, they had people to meet.

The sun went sinking like it couldn't take the heat

on Friday evening so bittersweet.

On Friday evening the sun's gold, it was for fools

and the moon's silver, it was too quick to be cool.

Nothing could shine like her,

nothing could touch this jewel

on Friday evening shining so cruel.

The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 7/27/10 - click here to watch that video.

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