Beloved woman of my mind
the rose of many men
in your
flashlight and tornadoes
cooling
uppity cadence
it's a bold move, little girl
th
I am the light of this world
just as long as
well it won't be but a week or two
till you'll
lo the rose cease to bloom
on the trellis of a
when you're down on your luck
and you ain't got a
mary was the kind
that gives selflessly
and many was the time
I
I am at one
with the burned out buildings
a dark orange
bleeding rose
weeping from the pounding of the rain
will I ever
purple eyelid
on steel paper
purple fold
one vast unknown
setting yonder
prepare
I know that its over its come to an end
and
sabotage
all the lights at sea
destroy your chances
sail in darkness
prove that
well I've climbed your
plastic buildings
flew over your skies
high on helium
tur
the wind blew up the wind blew down
it brought some
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