I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Holiday Playlist - Raise the Dead of Wintertime
Not my favorite rendition, but I can't find the Voices of Winter on that youtubie. But still a good song.
As we work, we'll sing a rhyme and raise the dead of wintertime.
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