The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.
It's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud
Sunday, July 13, 2008
When does rapier whit become old-man grumpiness?
It's the other "coming of age" story.
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