Friday, September 24, 2004

Give the People What they Want

We've all been once
To the tip of the world
Where to go on
Is to go back
Am I goods undeclared?

Your smile brightens
My dull day
And I am enamelled
Against a lonely night
But am I rent in arrears?

Shaken faith and
Doubtful sound
Speak gracefully
And you shall hear
I will always be there.


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