He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
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I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren song I didn't understand
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ?round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin? in the snow
So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter now what does that say about me Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and
Wanderers this morning came by Where did they go Graceful in the morning light To banner fair To follow you softly In the cold mountain air Through
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear, By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me. In the whitest water on the banks against the
Red squirrel in the mornin', red squirrel in the evenin', red squirrel in the mornin', I'm comin' to take you home The sun rises over my head, In the
She left a week to roam Your protector's coming home Keep your secrets with you Safe from the outside You walk along the stream Your head caught in
You come and see me, when you?re, all lost at sea, and I?d like to help you, but I?ve got to be free because, I?ve got to get away from your heart,
news 'Cause you're just damage control For a walking corpse like me, Like you, 'Cause we'll all be portions for foxes. Yeah, we'll all be portions for foxes
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I buckle and rosed As God and the rest(wrist) How mere riches be A war or we lose Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications) They turn
I buckle and rose as God and the rest How mere riches be a war or we lose Close into symbols a fly drinks ignitions They turn infant's breath my milk
way I move So seek all you want, you'll never catch me Jesting the hare and consuming the feast I will shake the earth Oh we are sly sly foxes but this
Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught But the search it never stops For faith doesn't come in boxes Nor God in your silver cross Those red ribbon foxes