leaving lighted halls
night drags farmers towards home through
a bridge weathered green
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leaving lighted halls
night drags farmers towards home through
a bridge weathered green
that's about it for tonight. have a good one jon
a bridge weathered green
flashes bulbs on feathered hills,
woodwork left obscene.
have a good night, captain. i'm done too, the red wine sending me down! take care.:)
woodwork left obscene
as Shakespeare's words, "kill lawyers!"
best to work with wood
one for the road...
best to work with wood
those years of tears and spilt beer
gather on the floor.
gather on the floor
of green woodlands with woodwinds
played in mottled green
played in mottled green,
the minstrel relayed stories
handed down through time...
handed down through time
the curvature of the eyes
sadness undisguised
sadness undisguised
the night's darkness lapping this
black scavenger's flight
Black scavenger's flight
Vultures are not graceful but,
Possess great power
possess great power
in the tip of his finger
he brings light to life
he brings light to life
by sleight of hand worlds are born.
Life is mystery.
he brings light to life
and he extinguishes it
what should I call him?
Life is mystery
life is a fools paradise
we all live in it
we all live in it
and still the world doesnt bind
the birds as they fly
the birds as they fly
are kept separate so that
they do not collide