Cremate me Deliver me to safety So that when it’s spent maybe It will be my own Scatter ashes Leave no marker where you plant it So the hordes will be disbanded as they search On a treasure map for ...
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It’s thawing And melting the ice White goats are grazing on the mountainside It’s golden Blinded by the sight Of the water Moving in the last of the light I used to think that I Was running from the night ...