We have set beneath this Sun She has planted flowers For The little ones The memories Of you and me and he and We We have left and gone Beyond and our dear loved Ones Wait Some will come to meet Us and some we dream and Yearn for still We may again some brighter Day reunite and still we May On the other side of this setting Sun ...
i "heard" this one day. knew at the time that there's more, but so far haven't heard it. don't mind. don't find it very pleasant. I sent 2000 children to The Promised Land Headed to Mecca with a Gun in their hands
brush work. spray-painted by the sun, birds sing and dance. records of migration are embedded on brick - a single sprig offering testament throughout the seasons that they were here. the sprig is longer, reaching nearly to my bathroom window. one day it will be a branch. the shadows will sit on it again. they will dance, they will sing. ...
He's sweating I'm licking my thumb Sucking on my fingers I can Tell if I shut my eyes It'll be all over And class'll shut down, Everyone at home studying But us on the desk on the table on The floor
This ain't a mother****in' Drive-by take Your Finger off the Trigger
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