those lyrical conventions
of our twenties
those clearest miracles
that mightiest aura
that was filling our answer
feeding our brains
for love that was pains to realize
we hail with each other
we have little what we could stew about
we hail with each other
we have little what we could stew about
we have little what we could stew about
it’s time to get about
for we’re no longer estranged
it’s time to get about
for a gust of wind
won’t ever blow banknotes from our hands
it’s time to get about
for sophistication can’t break it’s purity
for rivals won’t be able
to wipe their stinking feet on poets
it’s time to get about
for a gust of wind
won’t ever blow banknotes from our hands
we hail with each other
we have little what we could stew about
we hail with each other
we hail with each other
© Copyright: Пол Фил, 2011
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