As in effected reciprossety
the less tere is the more you see
whilst coating down the Isles of time
there is no season and no prime
Art is fression grief a ligne.
Tangledd in a webb of spanning
the fathers foundlings sons less damming.
whilst all the love you used to feel is hook and line
back too surreal.
father out the drowning sea
the pheasent and the refugee.
all souls forgotten in a war
they never made nor never saw.
fastend too the zeffers hull
the birds of clay pick at my scull
and all in awl i cant complain
butt rather knot do it again.
Just as other swings gett better
knife sends you another letter.
the less tere is the more you see
whilst coating down the Isles of time
there is no season and no prime
Art is fression grief a ligne.
Tangledd in a webb of spanning
the fathers foundlings sons less damming.
whilst all the love you used to feel is hook and line
back too surreal.
father out the drowning sea
the pheasent and the refugee.
all souls forgotten in a war
they never made nor never saw.
fastend too the zeffers hull
the birds of clay pick at my scull
and all in awl i cant complain
butt rather knot do it again.
Just as other swings gett better
knife sends you another letter.
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