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mrua7.livejournal.comThe Prompt: SAVE A PRAYER by Duran Duran
You saw me standing by the old corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun so you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go
Don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside,
look you down into the well
If you can you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance like all dreamers can't find another way
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning' after
No, don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
Pretty looking road, I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise, melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance, but fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one-night stand but we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the mornin after
No, don't say a prayer for me now, save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
It snowed heavily the night before, adding to the existing piles that covered the city of Gorky. A new layer of white now blanketed the black grime and detrius there from the soot of fireplaces and the exhaust of cars that drove along the main street.
There were work gangs armed with shovels, working to clear the streets and sidewalks. Snow fell with such frequency here during the harsh Russian winter making cleanup an endless cycle.
The temperature had gone up slightly, enough to change the snowfall into a light drizzling rain, creating a heavy fog that drifted along the snowy sidewalks, moving and creeping along as if it had a life of it’s own.
A young blond man stopped for a moment, a little overheated from having briskly walked through Minin Square. He wasn’t that far from his apartment building, but just didn’t want to go inside and face the torments of the oafs with whom he shared his living quarters.
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