Fifteen women in a frame
I don't know which I ought to blame
A peg & awl, it's all the same
Pouring love into the pain
The door was broken by the thieves
Possessions scattered in the breeze
I had my eyes aimed like a gun
I sat there waiting for someone
I saw the cavalry at war
I saw old Noah swing his oar
I knew the wind would not forgive
I knew the clouds had much in store
The people in the square were lost in time
Tossing their babes into the vault My comrades failed to see the warning sign
I wondered if it had been my fault
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