A smolder of a daughter set on fire and burned away
If I'm guilty of these crimes then off with my head
I'm drawn with gypsy lines; I'm moving my bed.
I'm walking in the shadow of my shadow out of town
The darkness we create: the blanket of youth
I'm walking gypsy lines, my favorite few
Monday, December 10, 2007
gypsy lines
this is an unfinished song that puts the title in context
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