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I like the way my hands look like in the light of a fire, I think. It could be the drugs, or the drinking Or sleep I haven't been sleeping, But every year, When winter has gone, and spring stands defiantly ahead, I am reminded of this, I like my hands, In the light of fire, With a good bit of dirt on them, And a jug of rotgut wine in them. I like the way my hands look in the light of a fire.
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
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I like the way my hands look like in the light of a fire, I think. It could be the drugs, or the drinking Or sleep I haven't been sleeping, But every year, When winter has gone, and spring stands defiantly ahead, I am reminded of this, I like my hands, In the light of fire, With a good bit of dirt on them, And a jug of rotgut wine in them. I like the way my hands look in the light of a fire.
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
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