Jul 2014
Fingered old notes, they're tossed to the ground.
You acted living, but where mortals are bound,
little hole in the sky, the shining sun
I put down my rag, my work here is done.
You acted living, but where mortals are bound,
little hole in the sky, the shining sun
I put down my rag, my work here is done.
(Virginia)
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