Feet aching of the untrodden moonscape,
Fingers burning with the walls I move…
My eyes searching for open doors,
How they tire of gaping at the lonely wolds…
The wind playing on the harp of my dreams,
Numbing the pain,
Breaking my wont to let go, let be.
So I walk…for a mile more…I walk.
Fingers burning with the walls I move…
My eyes searching for open doors,
How they tire of gaping at the lonely wolds…
The wind playing on the harp of my dreams,
Numbing the pain,
Breaking my wont to let go, let be.
So I walk…for a mile more…I walk.
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