In the gallery of statues
men with granite eyes
think granite thoughts
on marble floors.
When you're heading into the unfathomable deep
it's hard to keep a perspective view.
There's a hole in my shoe dear Liza,
but
you've got me mending the bucket.
The old songs stand the tests of time
I sit and take mine.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
In the gallery of statues
men with granite eyes
think granite thoughts
on marble floors.
When you're heading into the unfathomable deep
it's hard to keep a perspective view.
There's a hole in my shoe dear Liza,
but
you've got me mending the bucket.
The old songs stand the tests of time
I sit and take mine.
meandering.
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