The tremors of the heart
Can be mended
But slowly, slowly, slowly
Would you care to be laden by the fire?
O, someday, someday, someway
Will you dare ever waken to a song?
Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up
Far be it from me Mr. Snead
To level off on the misty foutenou
Winding down a path of fortune heading south on
Bare breast street, looking for but longing more
Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers
Passing the
Potato famine remembered story
On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top
Swig after swig
Dwarfing all that come after
Our being here
Let that be the lesser
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
The tremors of the heart
Can be mended
But slowly, slowly, slowly
Would you care to be laden by the fire?
O, someday, someday, someway
Will you dare ever waken to a song?
Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up
Far be it from me Mr. Snead
To level off on the misty foutenou
Winding down a path of fortune heading south on
Bare breast street, looking for but longing more
Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers
Passing the
Potato famine remembered story
On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top
Swig after swig
Dwarfing all that come after
Our being here
Let that be the lesser
