by Lenna » Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:45 pm
Key nodded and took the pencil, sliding it into his pencil case along with all the others. "Yeah, thanks. I got most of them, but there are still a few floating around." he murmured thoughtfully, glancing down at his pencil case, then back up at her, still smiling. "I'm Key by the way."
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~