Days have
Falling, spin
Tatter, ringing
Wooden sheds
Lining up in perfect rows
Our postures bent
Oh, mine and yours
All the
Leaders
Seasons change
Burning in our cartons
Singing stories in our ears
Pulling, pulling at our wills
When we
Burn our candles down
Gather our, unions songs
Faces white with paper, reed
Loving in our frail tears
All our Days have Falling, spin Tatter, ringing Wooden sheds Lining up in perfect rows Our postures bent Oh, mine and yours All the Leaders Seasons change Burning in our cartons Singing stories in our ears Pulling, pulling at our wills When we Burn our candles down Gather our, unions songs Faces white with paper, reed Loving in our frail tears Explain Request ×
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