Silver Age Lyrics

The prospect of sun.
Page after page
of black-and-white portraits.
A silver age.
Scent of a sunset.
On a stage,
difficult music.
A modern age.
The palace is still,
a frozen cage.
Bayonets gleam.
A silver rage.
Earthquakes predicted
and someday soon
a total eclipse
of the sun and the moon.

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