Sunday, February 26, 2012

Old Wind Blowing

 
I haven't got a peace to keep,
a tale to tell or a sight to see.
I haven't got a sail to fill,
a thought to hold, or a time to kill.
I haven't got a one to love,
a hell below, or a god above...
but i have got a thing to learn,
and a heart that aches,
and a skin that burns.
 

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