Friday, July 30, 2004

The Lesser Peace
 
Sometimes stringing strings
Together in a knot
Just ties you all up
And takes up all your time.
Sometimes singing songs
Forever like you've got
All the time in the world
Is like strolling through a mine
Field and never looking back.

 

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