Wednesday, 23 January 2008
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Waltz Of A Seasoned Man
There was this man of faith
He pledged a winter's oath
But in the end he cried for summer
Where roses bloomed of lies
He preached of truth and just
Sinners alike engulfed
But where he stood of blood and bullets
Which left an autumm's trail
He paints the pale moon bright
With colours of beer and wine
But when he speaks he coughs unwilling
Of scarcely puffy clouds
RZ - 2008
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