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
Sunday, December 23, 2012
We can only hope
One more from the playlist. Sort of a standard, but I bet you don't have this one. Sam Bush plays "Let It Snow." You're welcome.
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