daws cry on my roof,
viewing musty lights,
builded high on rocks.
seven towers sing
your old song, now gone:
this is not my fault.
asking opus surf-khan:
why no waves, no proof?
vanish, vanish, man:
daws cry on my roof.
tragic eastern pittance,
gas-wronged breath aloof.
banish, banish, man:
daws cry on my roof.
pigeon paper truths,
accusing hoodlack lights,
still nigh in vox.
earthly powers belt
some old hymn, now dim:
this is not my fault.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
daws cry on my roof,
viewing musty lights,
builded high on rocks.
seven towers sing
your old song, now gone:
this is not my fault.
asking opus surf-khan:
why no waves, no proof?
vanish, vanish, man:
daws cry on my roof.
tragic eastern pittance,
gas-wronged breath aloof.
banish, banish, man:
daws cry on my roof.
pigeon paper truths,
accusing hoodlack lights,
still nigh in vox.
earthly powers belt
some old hymn, now dim:
this is not my fault.
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