The evenings of Damask are falling
The youth of truth chest
Feeds a starling
With his heart.

A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and died before him
And said eat.

The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby`s brow and calling
Please come home.

The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan.

A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper
And said choose.

My sandled feet are fleet like water
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughter
A little tree.

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    General Commentim not sure what this song means... and i guess from the looks of this page nobody eles dose either..
    but this song is mine.. and i love it more than any... and ill find out... even if just for myself... but ill post what i find here... for all to see.. to the best of my ability... but for the love of what ever you like most, please help me... if you should be so inclined... thats all thanks.. plus no thanks ... cause im not really talking to any one but myself so far... you Fu**ing bitc*s.. lol lmao.. plus all the cool acronym you guys think is so fab these days... love me july 86- dec 07
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