Are they vagabonds in your phrases
Drowned
voices in the edge of time
Amid peals of
laughter
In stillness and my beast goes
rapidly and hides
My wild thoughts
of you
Do they feel this time
See
it through to the end
Part is
wasted and part stille goes
I won't heed
your call
I have left myself here and
I won't let you go
(I may lost myself
but your scenes still goes)
My wild
thoughts (of you)
Do they know (if I'm
guilty)
(Make me wear) this time
See it through to the end
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