New Earth Mud
This is not a livejournal cross-post, or something, but having said that..
Your words are sad with wisdom and as you speak they float away
In to some mystic vision that holds back this heavy rain
In to some mystic vision that holds back this heavy rain
Forty days, boys
Forty days
You’ll have to leave what you can’t carry
Forty days, boys
Forty days
You’ll have to leave what you can’t carry
Forty days, boys
The savage hooks of midnight, have pierced your milk white skin
tattooed in gold dust splendor
tattooed in gold dust splendor
– http://www3.clearlight.com/~acsa/introjs.htm?/~acsa/songfile/FORTYDAY.HTM
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