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from But from this Endless End by Timothy Jackson Scott I'm out on the run; a convict of my own or God's own law
Lord, now I understand how it feels to be wanted for just some small reward
I've seen posters up all around these towns
Offering thousands for the man who killed each one he loved
So with a hidden face the dust spreads me an outlet of gold

To you, the Moon, an almost ever-present source of comfort and care
Was it I who sinned? Or was it you erasing pictures of our constant repose?
'Cause I've seen men who've cried over changing tides
But I've felt winds shift and bars close with you by my side
And tonight you hang so low I could drive straight through you

Another night to lay bare

To you, the Stars, (so bright, so lovely, so high and far)
If they catch me soon, don't flicker, don't dim and don't die
For I love you so: As an old man's youth
So familiar, so warm and somehow abused
Though the clouds shift and sky hovers far and wide

Now in chains I wait to swing at the gallows when the Good Lord calls
Several men, once friends, over-powered by greed and so alike to me
They rode out on horse to arrest the fool
They betrayed and one day the Judge will give them the same
I hear the bell toll, see guards come to take me away

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