Friday, December 04, 2009

The CLIENTELE

In the silence of the garden
MOSS ARE RISING on the wind
And the beast is pondering love love love
Till the rusty NAILS grow dim
I cant seem to make you mine
Through the long and lonely night
And I TRIED so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the RIBBONS and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand
So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain

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