Time knows no beginning or end
Old Buildings wave and wend,
And the words live on in the wind...
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Wanna tell you a story in paper and paint
The words don't come easy, sometimes colors grow faint.
Just a simple story, it's truth to impart,
Of Life's conversation, a gift from the heart.
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Workers of the world unite
Before the nectar-laden world takes flight
And shreds our delicate web of life
Into Oblivion...
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One Man.
One Frayed Heart..
One Transgression...
One Repression....
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Your voice has gone the way
Of the whistle-stop and the mountain lion's cry
Of the dark shadows hanging over well-hidden hollars
Of the rattle-trap stills and the mule-drawn plow
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